“That would be wonderful! Thank you, John! The husband and I are in a hurry, if you know what I mean.” She nudged and winked at him. “Ew, mom!�... I exclaimed. John laughed with my mother. “I know the feeling,” he said, sending a glance back at me. We met up with my dad at the table and retrieved our things, then headed out. John and I said goodbye to my parents and watched them disappear into the dark parking lot to their car. We stood there in silence for a few seconds, listening to the sounds. She was good at math, just not getting up so early. Taylor was at the top of the social ladder at Hampton College, a small private college on the eastern seaboard, very expensive and very exclusive. She attended this college because her mother did, and so did her grandmother. The women in Taylor's family always went to Hampton. It was a tradition for all the Smith women. Taylor, like her mother, was co-captain of the Dance team, and a star of the track team. She was a sprinter, excelling in 100. "It's a bit short mum," he said looking at himself in the mirror."It looks fine to me," beamed Julie.He changed out of it into some more casual female clothing and the two settled down for a day of leisure.Early in the evening, Julie said "I also got you one more present, go and put that red dress back on and then look in the wardrobe in your old room."Christopher changed into the short red dress and did not bother with any underwear because he was sure that they would not go through the day,. So she’d begged to be allowed to release her, promising to share her bed and the cubicle with her, to take care of her and to not try to escape. As if either had believed she meant the later. Her name was Michelle. She was barely twenty, new to town and hadn’t given much thought to the curfew when she’d left her place the night before to run up to the store for a pack of cigarettes. She’d had the innocence of the young, bad things wouldn’t happen to her, they happened to other people, people.