Chapter 28October 15th, Sunday Night
I woke up on the porch swing surprised that Mom hadn't made me come inside and go to bed. It wasn't like her not to worry about her pretty teenager sleeping out on the front porch. Her words, not mine. To hear her talk there were perverted older men who just drove around all the time watching for their chance to grab some unsuspecting girl. I remember once she said that they'd pretend to represent a modeling agency, and couldn't I just come down to the van for some snapshots and fill out an application form? As if I'd be that gullible. Whenever she got onto one of her rants about these predators that seemed to be everywhere in her world I tried to picture this sub-culture. Did they go to conventions like dentists? Probably, because Mom always suspected
