Juice dozed off on the bus ride, his head lolling sideways on Jenn’s shoulder. She looked at him sleeping and reached a hand out to brush back a lock of hair but stopped. Touching him might wake him up and her expression showed her feeling that he looked so adorable.

She sighed.

Juice didn't want to take the suit off. "If I pull my shorts over the bottom half, can't I wear it while we're shopping?" he asked.

No one could think of an objection. The suit had been paid for using Ell's credit card and from somewhere Carmine had produce a 15% off coupon. The price totaled less than $30 dollars with tax, reasonable for a nice suit and exceptionally cheap for a Robin Piccone.

"Wow, Juice," said Shabeez. "I can't believe how good you look in that."

"It's the fool the eye swirly stripes," said Carmine. "Makes her look like she has actual tits."

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I went back to the lounge and sat down in one of those hard plastic seats. Then I got up again and looked, it felt like I was sitting on something squishy but there wasn't anything there, so I sat back down.

Intergalactic headbanging made easy...

The lady at Claire's, her name-tag read Diane, held out the tray of starter earrings. "You get to pick two sets and we'll use one of them today. You should leave that set in for at least three days, and it takes up to two weeks for the piercings to completely heal, so, really, it's better to leave them in that long."

"Huh," said Juice, unsure of what to say.

Hail, hail, the gang's all here?

They ate lunch at Red Brick Pizza in the outdoor mall. A large Hawaiian special fed the five of them easily, though Justin surprised everyone by eating three pieces.

"Well, I sort of didn't have breakfast," he explained when Jenn commented.

A Built-In What? Really?

"Help me," Vicki asked Dan'l. The big man shook off part of whatever effect had left him out of sync with reality. The most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world wanted his help and he would help her.

Phil and Andy pulled into Woody's Harletopia and Cyclevana before four.

Elvis Shops at K-Mart!

Dan'l Broome did not get much done the day he found Vicki Starr sleeping in the pallet yard next to his shop. First there was getting acquainted and picking out splinters. Then there was finding something for her to wear. Then there was dealing with the fact that she wouldn't tell him where she lived.

"I don't remember," she said, her violet eyes large and innocent. "I don't know how I got here either or what happened to my clothes." She smiled up at him. "Must have been some party, huh?"

"Just Wren," said Andy.

The director, Martin Wohlers, rolled his eyes but grinned at the same time.

Davis Jordan Bloom, the producer's representative, asked, "You want your credits to just read 'Wren'?"

"That's right," said Andy. "That's going to be my professional name."

Stellar Sprinkles by the Velvet Ranamorph

Real motorcycles don't run on maple syrup.

On Sunday morning, Justin got up stealthily and tried to conceal his vomiting from his father. It didn't work, the simple layout of the house defeated him; the only bathroom was in between his bedroom and his father's.

"Are you okay, son?" Harold Bock asked.

"Yeah, Dad, I'll live." The nausea had seized him as he lay awake in his bed wondering if he would ever talk to Zoe again, talk to her alone. He'd probably see her at school, though she was a senior and he a sophmore. Their schedules would not naturally intersect that often.

Every super-heroine needs an origin story -- and Vicki has a doozy!

Justin stayed so long in the bathroom that Pete knocked on the door. "Everything okay in there, Juice?"

"No," said Justin. "Leave me alone."

"Yike," said Pete but he did not knock again.

Vic Kemple loved him some sexy superheroines. He never expected to be one!

Andy Wren shook his head. Had he heard the guy right? "You want me to do what to be on your show?"

The guy sighed. "Look it's called Reality TV, and that's not just the genre, it's the title and the whole schtick. A houseful of people who will all go about their normal lives for a whole year while crossdressing."