Why was Mrs. Baker doing that to my friend? Why did Mombring me there to witness it?Uh oh.I got it.I was there for the same treatment.I panicked. Why?... Why? Why?I turned to Mom, who was looking at me the way a catconsiders a bird with a clipped wing. My eyes asked "Why?"Mom smiled and said, "It's time you and Warren got realjobs, Sweetie."Trapped. Over the next four hours, Warren and I gotmanicures, pedicures, leg-shavings, pubic-hair waxings(ouch!), facials and full-make-up (including lessons). Jonas had said a lot about how the virus 'should' behave, but Icouldn't help remembering something that my dad liked to say. 'Should'and 'is' are two different things and they don't usually intersect."But I am better now," I reminded myself, afraid that I was worrying overnothing. After all, I'd recovered from the flu and felt perfectly fine.Even if I had caught something from that lab, it looks like my immunesystem had fought it off.With that, I turned my attention back to my book, musing. As soon as I stepped through the sliding doors, I spotted her...Her darker blonde hair was what initially caught my attention. She was by the fruit display, facing me, and a look at her face revealed a good-looking woman, 40ish or so, wearing black, light cotton pants and matching blouse, perfect for the high heat of SLC... As much as I hate the heat, it played into my hands, as the light cotton clung to her figure and revealed the ever so slight "chub" that I find highly erotic. Her bust was. I don't own you, you own me. If you somehow fucked every girl in the place, I still know who is going home with you. Though, I'd rather you kept it down to around 5, Sir." She giggled to take the sting out of it."What about Amy?" She had been quiet through this whole exchange"Don't worry about me, Sir. Mom is bringing ALL of us up to see you and your band tomorrow night. I expect we will get VIP passes, since we all know the leader so well, hmmm?"I had to laugh. I finally got out, "You've got.