The cultural commons of hope. The attempt to commodify the final frontier of the human experience

I figured by now you'd have cooled off and thought it over and seen what a good deal we got going. Let me in, and I'll be real nice to you." "You're never coming in this house again," Jane said decisively. "I meant what I said this afternoon, Kirk – I don't want to see you again." She slammed the door in his face and locked it. She was afraid he might make a scene, yelling and pounding, but after a moment, he got in his car and drove off. Jane went back to her TV show, hoping she'd finally seen the last of him. She was undisturbed for about an hour, when suddenly she heard a strange noise from the back of the house. She raced down the hall, following the noise, and into her bedroom. She got there just in time to see Kirk climbing in the window, followed by another boy. "Get out of here," Jane shouted, "before I call the police. I'm going to phone write now." She turned and started down the hall to the phone, but Kirk was faster than she'd expected. He grabbed her and dragged her back into the bedroom, screaming and kicking ...»