"But, Ma-ah-m," Brenda said, "I just want a tan. I want everyone to see that I spent time on the beach."

"Which you didn't."

"Well, of course not, you never take me anywhere."

Alice sighed. "I don't think tanning salons are safe. You could get skin cancer."

"Give me a break, Mom. I'm not going to get skin cancer. I'm fifteen. Besides it's free. I won it."

"How did you win?"

Brenda shrugged. The truth was she hadn't won, it had been a gift. She smiled remembering the bronze Mister America that had handed the ticket to her. "I just got lucky."

Alice was shaking her head, but said. "I guess so."

"Cool!"

"Ten minutes only!"

"Sure." Brenda raced toward a bus stop.

At the salon Mister America said, "I hoped you would show up. It's in the back room. Take off all of your clothes, lay on the tanning bed and pull the top over you. I'll set the temp and timer."

In the room Brenda nervously undressed. She slid into the box and pulled the lid down. Was this really a good idea?

Mister America gazed at the girl, then yelled, "Hey, Ogre, dinner's in the oven."

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