" "Which room?" "The Concerto." "Thanks," and Cliff ambled into the room with Ginger fixing her hair wearing a sheer teddy top with a garter belt and ...esh stockings. "Hello Cliff. Long time no see." "Hey Ginger, I've only got a short time. I can't stay the night this time." "That's okay. Drop your pants, and I'll take care of you faster than a short order cook at the diner." Ginger was a pro and flopped herself on the bed spreading her legs waiting for Cliff to jump on board. Her legs were high. You simply could not wait. This last year back home had been claustrophobic. You had decided to wait a year after graduating in order to wait for your girlfriend Samantha, who was a year behind you in school. The plan was that the pair of you would head off together to share your new lives side by side. Your parents had tried to encourage you to move on without her, but you were young and in love and ignored their advice.Waiting ended up being a huge mistake. Not only had you given up a good. Life was going great for Michael Brand. He was living the high life. He had beautiful girls following him around. Nice cars and a cool house. He wore fancy sneakers and all the cool hoodies any guy would want. He loved designer clothes and living the high life. Michael had the greatest parties. Everybody who was anybody went to them.Michael was a drug dealer. He’d been selling drugs since he was eighteen. He made friends with somebody who was in the mob. They gave him clients and he did quite. As to the answer toyour question, I don't have the slightest clue. That's where she was whenwe switched back."She nodded. "But why didn't you answer your phone? Or call me to come getyou?"I held up my empty hands. "I had it in my hand when I leapt out. I wastalking to Jackson on it." Jackson?"I nodded. "He called because the warning system he built told him aswitch was coming. He wanted me to get away from the party beforeCharlene returned." I guess you didn't make it?"I shook my head. "No,.