I should have unloaded on Andrea for her betrayal, but instead I just ran to the bathroom, crying, and changed back into a boy as quickly as I could, ...wiping off the make-up as tears flowed down my cheeks."Chris! I'm sorry!" came a voice through the door. It was Andrea; not Debbie.I left without a word, humiliated, running home andlocking myself in my room, and crying into my pillow. But when I'd settled down, my thoughts returned to Debbie's room. Incredibly, I started thinking about how sexy. "There were about 10 different products in a pile, with multiples ofmost, all made from old tires. Planters, steps, chairs, wishing wellsand, catching both Liesl and River's eyes were toys for little kids.There were swings shaped like bugs, rocking horses made out of ahalved tire, sandboxes, a snake creeping through the grass made ofstaggered half tires, and especially a thunderbird/dragon shape madeof a tire with the bottom half of the tire being the body, and thetop half cut apart to form a. "I'm sure the conversation might have gone on, except we were interrupted by a man named Curtis Potter.I should probably identify him further.Curtis Potter is the sheriff of Clark County, in the great state of Nevada.We had already explained that we were on our way to take Caitlin home after her visit to me. I was a little worried about the condoms. I was sure Mable had told him about that. I had no idea what the age of consent was in Nevada, but that wasn't the big problem. The big problem was. Tim shook his head at the obvious mistake made by Big Al’s head guard, Julian. He must not have felt anything would happen.After a few more minutes, Tim was able to locate the other guards. Each one was holed up in an empty room of the motel. Either they just let themselves in, or they got the keys from the night manager or the owner, Mr. Martinez. Tim made the job easy and just knocked on the door. When the door opened, he used his incredible, nanite-powered strength and quickly dispatched the.