“I decided that this summer.”“Really?” Phil asked. “I ... I thought you had designs on being the first two-term president.”“I did, sort ...f,” Hailey replied. “But, well, I decided that I am going to be a wife next year. I will have to make sure my husband is well attended to. I figure we will be about three months into our 37-year honeymoon.”“Only 37 years?” Phil asked with a laugh.“I figure in 37 years, you’ll be pushing 60 and, well, the thought of screwing an old guy is just gross,” she. We laughed about this and ordered another. The second drink went more slowly, and we chatted briefly. After our third drink, I think we both had the liquid courage we needed to go further, or at least I did, and I leaned close and pit my hand on his knee and whispered, "Are you ready." To which he responded affirmatively, and we were out the door, hand in hand, and headed to who knows where. He held my hand tightly, and I got the thought that he was afraid if he let go, I would flee, and he. Rushing to the car, she decided to take a short cut off the well-lit sidewalks past the back side of the dorms. In the rush to get to her car she felt something between her feet and tripped in the grass by some shrubs, but could hardly see anything. Knocked off balance from the fall and not able to see, Renee felt herself being grabbed from behind. She started to scream but was gagged, and then a hood was pulled over her head. She felt many hands on her, keeping her still against her struggle,. Not that underwear would’ve stopped him. Max unlocks the front door, lifting the girl’s legs so he can pull it up and get a good look at her. She’s young, but not too young. Her puse is now out of reach and he keeps his foot on the wood to keep it from swinging towards him. “Oh Rain Blair,” he says, enjoying how her name rolls off his tongue. “Just turned eighteen. You know people never get into my house, right?” Sitting on the ground, he tosses the purse further into the house, contents.