My last memory was of sitting on that gurney and getting a shot. I began to wonder if the company in New Orleans, Mistress Marlene and that odd old woman had all conspired to do this to me.
What was I going to do now? I wondered as I waited patiently for the doctor to come in and talk to me. How was I going to explain this to my parents? What was the "employment" Mistress Marlene had talked about? A thousand and one things were going through my mind when the door to the room opened...