We drove to a restaurant that was on the beachside and had a tasty meal there. The seafood in the place was amazing, and we were all very happy about ...having chosen that place.Later, we drove to another beach that was kind of isolated and spent the afternoon there. In the evening, we went to another restaurant, had dinner, and then went to a rock bar to listen to some music and drink some beers. We went home late, and as were exhausted, we went straight to bed. Valentina and I slept in a. The women were all locked up in the jail and their belongings and weapons locked in another building. When the group was all alone, Danni spit onto the floor of the prison and pulled a small metal pick from her mouth. "That pick really tasted disgusting. All I could do was to grin and bear it, which I did every time the sergeant found one of my 'treasures'." She smiled then chuckled. "All we have to do now is to wait until late. I can pick the locks and we can be on our way."Tammi was bubbling. They do it on purpose.”I said, “Why? Why in the world?”Vanessa said, “Noise makes you feel hurried; you order faster, eat faster. Those loud restaurants can turn their tables over more quickly.”“But I go out to have fun, relax, socialize.”“That’s why I want to quiet Euforia down even more.”Gloria said, “What’s your average decibel level?”“It’s 65 to 67 most nights. The average restaurant in America is 78 or 79.”Gertie looked at me, the designated noise-dummy, “And that scale is logarithmic.. This story is set in a country where a person's gender is chosen in "TheTest" - a week of examinations, interviews and challenges. It is thestory of one boy's experience of the test, and how her life unfoldedafterwards.(This version just fixes a few typing errors in the original).*****Author's note: In fact this universe is very slightly different from"Gender Choice Week." Perhaps one day I will go back and that changestory to match. But for the purposes of (hopefully) enjoying the.