?Uh Oh!? We got real problems!??The plane began to descend at a rapid rate and I strained tosee something outside but everything was getting darker an... darker. ?Where are we?? ?Not sure,? he replied, ?but somewhere between Brisbaneand Tonga.? This wind has blown us way off course and myradio doesn?t pick up any signals.? Gotto find something we can land on before too long, though.? As we descended, I could see the sweat break out on Jim?sforehead as he fought the controls.? Thestorm increased. ’ … ‘Seven? Alright, see you then. Yeah, bye.’ I put the phone down, wondering what I had gotten myself into. But, maybe the night won’t be so bad, I reasoned. It’s just a ball, after all. I’ll just go drink out on the balcony and let her do whatever it is she does. If only I knew what I really was getting into… ******************* Bright colors, fancy clothes… So many unknown faces. ‘Why did I let her drag me here?’ I wondered out loud, moving slowly through the crowd out to the stone. It went without saying that I couldn't sleep with my grandmother. But an evil little voice kept nagging away in my head, asking whether I would prefer her to make a date with some complete stranger, who might just knock her on the head and rob her blind. And as for sleeping with her, i****t was only a stupid social taboo. What harm could it do -- she was hardly going to get pregnant, was she? I obviously found her sexually attractive, it was clear there was nothing in the world that she wanted. Then, she heard her doorbell ring. She opened her door and noticed this tall guy standing there. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a button-down blue-striped shirt with darkwashed jeans and black shoes."Are you the artist who is looking for a male model?" He asked.Isabella said "Yes, I am." Hello. My name is Austin." He said, smiling at her."Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella." She replied.Isabella let Austin into her house. She planned on drawing him.He asked, "Okay if take my shirt.