"No prob. There's a gas station a couple blocks that way." No cash." I added.The American shrugged. "We can spot you a gallon or two, that'll get you ...home, right?"I protested, but they ignored me and we wheeled my cycle to the gas station."I'm Honda, he's Joey." Tak." I said."Please to meet you, Tak." No honorific but I wasn't surprised. The American wasn't the polite sort. He shook his head as I pumped one gallon of gas. "Seriously, this thing should be put out of its misery." He mimed. I looked good, and I knew it. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. It must have shown on my face. The cute bouncer, who happened to be built like a truck, gave me a wink when he let me in. Somehow, I felt reassured. There were people everywhere. Fully dressed, half-dressed, and yes, a few who decided they didn’t need their clothes any more. Add in the sounds of music, conversation, and some definite moans and screams. It was a little overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have left for anything in the. On my $3-a-week allowance. Funny man." No, I figure more like $3 a minute," I said."What the heck are you talking about?" she asked.I told her my plan. Marie had admitted to me that she didn't mind my spying on her when she was in the bathroom. In fact, when she discovered the hole I had made in the wall, she thought it was cool. She probably never had heard the word, but I knew what my little sister was. She was an exhibitionist."I'll tell some of the guys in my school that I have a way of. Holly had rested the smoking chimney lamp atop a dual pedestal flower stand at her end of the tub. Of course it was no longer needed with the power restored yet its yellowish light maneuvered everything into a mystical world. A small multiband transistor radio sat beneath it. At my end of the tub was a small brass tubed affair with two towels, two face cloths and one soap dish. It almost looked homemade. “This is my sanctuary,” Holly’s voice reverberated in the otherwise empty room..