Sixty Eight

“It’s Chris,” one said in a half-dead tone of voice. “What should we do?”

“Try to get her on a cot,” said Jenny Clark, the girl they recognized as having sold her body organs to live.

“You will like hell!” Brad announced. “Jenny, call security and have them order an ambulance out here right away.” Then he looked around at the condition of the other four girls and added, “Make it ambulances for five! Now!”

As the woman was weaving on her feet, Kim grabbed her and sat her down, then called security herself. She was told that ambulances would be on their way.

“Okay, ladies,” Brad demanded, “what’s been going on here?”

“It’s all my fault, Mr. Kramer,” Jenny said. As she spoke, she slipped off her chair and ended up on her back at his feet. But she just ignored it and continued, “I made the girls do it—”

She was interrupted by the vehement objections of the three who were still conscious. And then one of them toppled over.

Moments later the first EMTs arrived. Each of the pair started exam