"Winston, this is something not even your father knows about, OK?" Yeah — Sure!" When I was a senior and Rob had graduated, I wanted to go to the Pr...om, but nobody had asked me. I told Rob about it and he offered to take me, so I put on my best dress and he, using Dad's help, got a suit and a corsage." He took Dad's Chevy and we went to the prom. He had cut his long hair and had a nice beard, so nobody recognized him. My few girlfriends though he was dreamy, so I had good reason to stay near him. "You wanna fock my seester? She's a virgin!"I asked the boy, in Spanish, how old his "sister" was. I think he was surprised."She has 16 years," he said, in English."Where is she?" Again, in Spanish.This time he responded in his own language. "In a house, just up there," he said, pointing.I knew it was dangerous, accompanying this kid up an unpaved, unlighted street and into a darkened shanty where his "sister" was waiting to give me her "virginity."But, inexplicably, I was interested. I was. Even now, she was still visibly aroused. At that moment, I wastoo exhausted to care. What happened next brought me fully awake again. Diane walkedover to the far side of the hotel room, then she flickered and changed.Now, she was totally unrecognizable as my Diane. She was about a foottaller, with short black hair and brown skin. She was still turned on,and I could see the surprise in her eyes at her new change. I called out her name and ran over to her. When I was about twofeet from her, she. Just because of her..." I can sure put myself in her shoes," Randi said, evenly. "That girl was hurt bad." Life hurts," Laura said, softly. "You know that."They just looked at one another for a long time, without speaking. Laura realized that tears were rolling down her own cheeks. See? she thought. I'm just as capable of a cheap manipulation as that little bitch Sholandra is.Randi walked over and brushed them away with the side of her hand. "Don't. You don't have to cry over me. I'm just as.