The rush was something Mina had never felt before.  It was a desire more than her wanting to simply join the circus, a hunger deeper than the one that had cramped her stomach so many nights in the past.  If she noticed some of the men nearby hastily covering their laps with newspapers or popcorn buckets, it was only dimly.<br/><br/>Arousal was something she hadn't really experienced before.  In the shelter, boys and girls were separated once puberty hit, and the only men that had approached her on the street seeking 'favors' had been revolting, skittish creatures.  She found herself wavering to her feet.  She wasn't the only one, but she was closest to the edge of the seats, just by virtue of the way she had been hovering around the crowd.