<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">That's okay.  I was having trouble thinking on where to go next.</div></div><br/>The trip to the DMV was done in silence for the rest of the time.  Soon, they were conducted inside - pregnant bellies and all - though at least through the back door so that no one outside would be able to see them walking in.  Or perhaps...that was the point?  Inside, they were speedily moved through the process of acquiring documentation for proof of identity, and then placed back outside, where they were returned to the car.<br/><br/>"Well...we were going to have them pick up work today..."<br/><br/>"Yes, but who hires pregnant girls?  Well, aside from stripper bars."  Were they really...?<br/><br/>Dan turned in the seat to look back at them.  "You're going to get work today, but here's the deal.  Your...temporary condition will be alleviated for the time that it takes for each of you to pick up a job.  Once you have one, though, and you're back in this car, your punishment begins.  And since we're so nice, we'll count the time that it takes to get between jobs for that time, even though...well, you won't be like this.  Alex, let's go."<br/><br/>With that, the car left the DMV parking lot.  But where were they going?  What in the world could they do in order to make money...?