His fellow travelers had not been so lucky. Three of them were arrested and sentenced to lives of hard labor in the weeks after the Ventok Massacre, a... it became known. The fourth never was arrested, but that was because he died in an attempted holograv bombing attack of the regional stock exchange two months later, when a mis-set timer meant that the bomb went off 5 seconds after he had armed it, instead of five hours. He sometimes wondered if the timer had been mis-set purposefully, to. The folding window beside me opened and the same voice this time with a face said. ‘That’ll be thirteen eighty five please.’ I handed him a twenty and kept my hand extended waiting for the change. ‘Please pull to the next window.’ The cashier said handing me the change. I pulled forward and was greeted by what I supposed was his wife. She had a dark red dot in the middle of her forehead and worn traditional Indian garb. ‘Your croissant will take just a couple minutes.’ She said in an even. I wore a short white skirt, long brown leather boots and a cute pink t-shirt. I had on a hot pink lacey bra and matching pink lacey panties. We headed out the door, stopping at a corner shop to pick up a bottle of vodka, as the Red Rooster had a BYOB policy. We then followed the voice in the phone as it lead us to the address. First glances, the Red Rooster is just like somebody’s house. There are neighboring houses to it, the only difference really was that the Rooster had a big parking lot.. It was simply labeled ‘barely there black’ and wow, was it. I lost count of how many times I changed my mind that morning, getting dressed for school. Enough that my mom finally got impatient with me and rushed me out of the house. In fact, in a way, it was her fault that I ended up wearing ravishing red panties to school, pushing the door to my bedroom open just as I was about to pull them off one final time and replace them with a pair of boring white cotton briefs. It was all I could to.