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asked, not turning away from the abs.
    “I blew the professor, and then had sex with two guys on his desk while everyone watched. Too bad you missed it. What did you guys do?”
    “We had a naked pillow fight, then did lines of cocaine off of each other’s boobs. Too bad you missed it.”
    At the beginning of the semester, Kendal and Linda used to make up outrageous lies to tease the subscribers who watched them, pretending that they’d actually missed something epic. They’d gotten so used to the jokes that ‘too bad you missed it’ was as common to them as ‘hello’.
    “You got a call,” Hildy said. “Message next to the phone.”
    “Who was it?”
    “Some stalker who wanted to cut your head off.”
    Kendal froze. Hildy was a cheerleading type, and her sense of humor wasn’t as subtle as Linda’s.
    After taking a moment to compose herself, Kendal asked, “Did the stalker have a name?”
    “Message is next to the phone.”
    Kendal walked into the kitchen, found the Post-It note with her name on it beside the old-fashioned push button phone, complete with a twisty cord attached to it.
12:26 P.M. – Dr. Semnai, Carpenter Clinic
    Kendal squinted at the words. The Carpenter Clinic was on campus, but Kendal had thought it was closed for remodeling. She dialed the number Hildy had scrawled, and a woman picked up on the fourth ring.
    “Clinic.”
    “This is Kendal Smith,” she whispered. “I got a message to call.”
    “What was the last name?”
    Kendal held her hand over the mouthpiece and spelled it. She didn’t want anyone watching to know her real name. No Names was the first rule of the house.
    “Hold please.”
    Kendal was treated to the Musak version of an old Nirvana song. She glanced at the nearest kitchen camera, felt her neck go goosepimply, and turned her back to it.
    “Miss Smith? We called to schedule a mammogram.”
    “What, like for breast cancer?” Kendal lowered her voice. “I’m nineteen years old. Aren’t mammograms for old women?”
    “Your medical history shows you were on several anti-psychotic medications.”
    “That was a long time ago.”
    “Medication can continue to harm your body for years after you take it.”
    “Are you saying my meds cause cancer?”
    “They carry an elevated risk.”
    “Are you sure? Do you know what I was taking?”
    “Your medical history was pinged during a routine review. It’s important we get this checked out immediately. Have you noticed any lumps? Tenderness? Changes in the look or feel of your breasts?”
    She felt herself blush. “No.”
    “Nipple discharge?”
    “What? No. Of course not.”
    “We’d still like you to come in. I can schedule you tomorrow at a quarter after three. Do you know where we’re located?”
    Kendal was hit by a wave of vertigo. She put her hand on the counter to steady herself.
    “I… this is all happening too fast.”
    “This isn’t anything to play around with, Kendal. The visit is free. It’s included in the wellness program as part of your tuition. We really need to take care of this right away.”
    She chewed her lower lip. The cameras around her seemed to burn like lasers. “Okay. Three fifteen.”
    “See you then.”
    The nurse hung up. Kendal stared at the receiver for a moment, then placed it back in the cradle.
    Breast cancer? Seriously? WTF?
    She walked to her room, ignoring Linda when she asked, “Everything okay, slut?”
    No. Definitely not okay.
    Kendal closed her door, turned the lock, and sat down at her desk, switching on the monitor. She intended to look up her old medication, and do some searches for breast cancer, but noticed there were eight clients in her chat room.
    Shit.
    As a cam model for www.HotSororityGirlsLive.com , Kendal got a weekly paycheck for simply living in the house, plus bonuses for extras. Nudity and sex paid the highest, but chatting with subscribers got her double her standard rate, plus tips. Kendal needed the money. Much as she hated interacting with