" For the first time, John Phillips felt good. He had shown Goddess Chanazene up. He had shown Her that he wasn't stupid. He smiled, almost smirked.Go...dess Chanazene regarded John Phillips icily. She dragged on her ever present cigarette. "I will have to inform your wife, Marie, of your ability to concentrate on two things at once, when I email her the film of your pleasure this afternoon. I am quite sure that Edwardo will be amused to see you ravaged and clearly enjoying it."Pop!John Phillips. There was no hostility in her voice. She was simply making a statement."It's a little different for me," Sarah said. "I really don't mind what I do. I'm not ashamed of it but at the same time I am ashamed of it. I would never do what I'm doing under my own name. I would never give out any personal detail about the real Sarah." That's a matter of safety and privacy," Shelly replied."Partly," Allie interjected. "But it's also because there is a part of me that is embarrassed by walking around. She shuddered as she recalled the oversized striped sweaters and mom jeans she used to wear because she was so self-conscious. For as long as she could remember, she was never really the outgoing or promiscuous type.When she finally got to college, she took the opportunity to transform her image a bit. The summer before her freshman year she spent working out, she cut her hair shorter, and finally gave her wardrobe a much-needed upgrade.She loved the way she looked in the many sundresses,. But then there was something of a problem. After years of war, the place had been emptied of sane, able-bodied men. And so, a party was assembled with what was left: sane, able-bodied women and me.
There were five women in the group: first was Angela, probably the only one who deserved to be there. She was the son of a hunter, and had been raised to be more dangerous than half of the men who had actually been chosen to go to war. Her personality also tended to spit out just about as much.