We're basically playing "Ring-around-Rosy" around Spot, until I scatted off the other direction. He's really fast, and he pinned me to the wall. With the force of his hands on my shoulders, after Pinefresh beat me, it hurt more than it should. He meant to hurt me, to beat his naked body out of my mind.

"What is you problem!" He yelled, "Didn't you'se hear da showa runnin'!"

I shook my head. It hurts. He's bearing his teeth, A sign of aggression in this species. IN ALL SPECIES YOU IDOIT. Ah, do something. Some how I managed to fling his arms off me, he was so surprised at my strength. I pushed him down and, Spot? Kicked him in the side.

"He didn't do nothin' to you'se!" He yelled. Wait a minute, did he just say 'he'? I looked at Spot foully. Now that I think of it, when I first got to the Lodging House most of these guys weren't here, and when I came back they were all sleeping. Great, now I'm an airheaded, insensitive Guy. I sighed and pulled Spot away. "Look Puppy," I whispered, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's doing everything but helping.

"Jack and I jist tink it'd be safa for you'se ta be a guy," he whispered back.

"I don't want to!" I yelled, and he covered my mouth.

"Shh, Ass," he said quoting me from last night. The blonde walked in, he had a shirt on now. "Shay. I'd like you'se ta meet…Draco. Draco, dis is Shay." Draco? Fun. "Draco's sorry, he don talk. Can't." My mouth dropped open.

Shay rolled his eyes and left. "You little bastard." I cried, "I have to be a mute…and a guy. No, no, I- I don't think so," and with that I walked away.

"But!" I held my hand up as I approached Shay. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.

"I can talk very well, my name is Ivory, and I'm a girl. No matter what you do the shower thing did happen. I can't erase it, correction, I won't erase it, and all I have tot do is close my eyes. Oop, there you are." I said with my eyes closed. When I opened them again I grinned and turned to Spot and Jack. "Don't ever try to control me again. Or I will kill you." I slapped them gently on the cheek, "Let's go sell papes."

We were walking along and stopped to eat stale rolls and water with coffee beans "breakfast" from some nuns, and went along our marry little way. We waited outside some gates for a bell to ring so that we could get our papes. "Um, 20," I said and again handed them a 1999 dime and went to Jack outside the gate. I still had on his hat.

"Now da foist ting you'se need ta loirn is dat headlines don sell papes, Newsies sell papes." There was an enchanting "Yeah!" in response to that, so I guessed it had something to do with that strike that happened a couple months ago. I looked at the headline; MAYOR CROSS BREEDS SETTER WITH BOXER. I analyzed it and said "Mayor Pimp: Gets jiggy with the Dogs!" A couple people stopped and handed me 1 cent each pape. "Oh Goody, 2 whole cents!" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah it's not much, but it's a living," said David as he walked up.

"You people live like this?"

"How else do we live?" Asked Ace from behind me. I shrugged, "Invest."

"Yeah, Da race's!"

"No Race," I said, "In Yahoo, Nike, Rockets. All the things you don't think'll work. Cars, for example." There were chuckles.

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