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target- gullible. We didn't have any money. My father

barely left us enough to eat. We had no home. My

mother didn't have good job skills." Rose turned to

Ice. "She, too, was full of frustrations. That made her

an easy target. I suppose. She finally realized what

was happening, but it was almost too late."

Everyone was quiet.

"I wonder if that will be my destiny, too." she

added. "I'll end up one day so frustrated and

disappointed in my life. I mean."

"It won't happen to any of us. Not if we stick

with our career goals and be what we need and want

to be." Cinnamon insisted. "Whether we like it or not.

Madame Senetsky can help us let there. We'll have to

put up with everything,"

"Even a sick Peeping Tom?" Ice asked. No one spoke for a moment, and then

Cinnamon firmly said. "No. We'll put an end to that if

it happens again. Everyone still up for the plan?" "I might get sick." I warned.

"So? Better you do it with one or more of us

around to help you. Let's all get into our nightgowns

and robes and meet in Rose's room in ten minutes. It's

about that time."

"What do I do?" Rose asked.

"Nothing different. This is a trap we're setting.

We don't want to give him any warnings. Okay?

Everyone agreed? Well?" she pounded.

"Okay," I said. Ice nodded.

I took a deep breath, fought back my nausea,

and prepared to join them in Rose's room, half hoping

g it would be a waste of time.