She also had on the stiff leather collar and the identity tag that marked out all of those that were going through preparation. Her face looked gaunt;...dark bags under her eyes testified to nights without sleep. She stared past me with an empty look in her eyes.She'd been brought to one of the interview rooms. "Hello Rachel," I said, pointing to a chair. "Sit down."She looked at me, puzzled. "I have to stand or kneel," she said in a flat voice. "I'm not allowed to sit. The rules say I'm not. She was beginning to think this might be fun, after all. She must have thought I was going to treat her like a baby like her mother did. That was the furthest intention in my mind. Yeah, we will pretend you are 14 and the clothes we buy will be for a 14 year old, OK? That would be great. Can I get anything I want? Probably yeah. We will have to see. Also I think your mom tells you she doesnt have the money because she doesnt want you dressing older. She is trying to keep you a little girl,. "That's nice."She hasn't called me," I said."I don't understand," Mary Jane said. "I just wish she'd have come straight home. If she hasn't called you, she must be pretty sick." How'd she sound?" She sounded ... I don't know. Vague. Out of it. Like she had a hangover or something." She leave you a number? Do you know this friend of hers?" I know the woman's name, but that's all. She works at the library, at Hopkins." This is all strange as hell," I said. "Last night she was concerned about me. We would read the erotic stories together, get horny and masturbate like hell.'Adi come let us surf the net' Sarit asked me.'You go ahead I am not in the mood' I replied, 'besides I must return this magazine to the library later this evening'.'Okay if that is what you want' Sarit replied making a face.This is how it happened that she was checking her mail and I was reading a magazine.'Adi have you read this story?' Sarit asked me.'No what is it about?' I asked absentmindedly.'It is about a.