"I don't know." I hope you like it a lot." I said."Why?" Because its how you're going to spend the rest of your life." What? This is too much. I'm lea...ing." she said."Go ahead. But keep your dress, you'll need it."Debbie stormed out the door, calling us 'bitches', and started to walk the half mile back to the bar where she had left her car. She didn't even seem to care that she was still in a dress with heals. She just left. Kelli and I looked at each other and laughed. She'd be back in a few. "What?" I complained."You were talking in your sleep again," she muttered irritably."What did I say?" I don't know," she grouched. "Something about football tickets." She got up reluctantly to go pee. "Who were you arguing with, anyway?"I told her the truth. She grumbled something about late-night eating of leftover pizza, stumbled around the foot of the bed and made for the bathroom. She didn't broach the subject of sex-dreams, but why should she? It was an argument she had woken me up. It was short forIsabelle; everyone at school called me Izzie, but she preferred Belle,saying it sounded more true to my character, like a woman in a Harlequinromance novel. With long black ringlets pulled back with a ribbon, I hadto admit, I played up to the name 'Belle' very well.Jenna kicked off her shoes, and with that movement, I saw a largebluish-green bruise on the inside of her upper left thigh. I gasped andmet her eyes."It's from my ride yesterday. I must have overdone it because my. Not resolved in the manner of my choosing, but the weight dissipated just the same. With it went unbelievable potential. The void created by that loss sucked the air from my lungs, and the hemorrhaging emotional wound threatened my ability to remain conscious. Walk! I commanded my legs. I didn’t look back, but I listened for the door to close as I extracted my cell phone from my purse. For all I knew, he watched me until I was out of sight. I never heard the door close. In the taxi, I managed.