...osition was Rebecca Cotswold. She had grown out
of the slut stage as soon as she learned Kyle wasnt into it. Hell,
she would get a sex change if she learned Kyle wasnt into girls.
Rebeccas obsession had escalated to an unhealthy level, and no
matter how many psychiatrists told her this, she refused to believe
it, defending the fact that her devotion and love for Kyle was
completely normal and she was just like the heroines in the old
romance novels that spouted on about burning loins.CHILDREN! ENOUGH!And finally, the hush I was talking
about came over the crowd.-I cant believe it! A musical?!
There is no talent in this hick town! Kenny laughed from the front
of the group. Wendy quietly fiddled with the end of her jacket and
pushed her glasses up her nose.Well, Kenny, Im sure theres
some talent in this town... She said quietly, her eyes
twice their size shining behind her glasses.Pfft, Wendal, dear, you cant
sing. I heard you in the third grade recital. Please, hon. Kenny
placed a sympathetic hand on her shoulder, and she shrugged it off,
her glasses fogging up.Ill show you Kenny! Ill
show you all! And you little dog too! Whats his name...? DODO!
She walked off in a huff, clumsily stomping down the hallways in the
oversized Doc Martens she had invested in for Christmas.A look of fear came over Kennys
face.NOT TOTO! He yelled, his face