He had to make ends meet. That's how Trevor

He had to make ends meet. That's how Trevor found himself participating in a blind test of condoms from different manufacturers. He struggled for adjectives to describe condom #3:

pasty and tasteless came to mind, but before he could go on, an attendant came over to his booth. "Sir," the lab coat wearing granny said, "you're not supposed to eat the condoms."

"Hmm, is that so?" he said, blowing a nice big condom bubble. "Then why is there strawberry and cherry and grape?" "They weren't half-bad if the flavor hadn't run out so quickly."

"Because I can read your thoughts." Boomed the voice in his head. "I can hear everything that goes on in there, including the disgusting condoms."

She was prepared to accept the consequences, after all everything she is doing is to find the path to her dream, nothing can stop her way. The best thing she can do is just

never give into them. She paces the floor in thought, she knows that her parents love her but they've made her change her mind so many times, she doesn't know what her future

will be. But then, who does? This time she was determined to stand her ground. Her parents might not be happy with her decision, but that would have to be okay. "Mom. Dad. I'm not

going to take it anymore! Accept it, or...or I'm outta here!" Her parents huddled together, whispering. Dad stood up, strode confidently to the door, & opened it. "Please write."

How could they, she thought. She stormed out from the house out to the cold street, leaving her home. She was cursing to her father when she suddenly felt someone pulled her hair