Dragged, because Frank was not normally into nightlife. He was a prodigy in school, college and grad school, completing his dissertation at twenty one... but at a cost to his social life.Since they met, Angela had been a leader in social endeavors. She loved to dance, enjoyed going to concerts, and bought weird (to Frank) music to play in his car."Come on, Mr. Stuffy! Let's go!" she said as she was changing into her party clothes."I was hoping to finish my book today." Frank was in the middle of. "Why don't you call Dolly..." Mita started but stopped seeing Kiran glaring at her. Sudha noticed it also."Kiran, you can't change what has happened. The girls have already apologized and also promised not to sleep with anyone till they are married. I suggest you take it gracefully and forgive them." I want to but... ," Kiran replied with tears in her eyes."It is no use crying over spilled milk. Let us all enjoy. Yes Mita, finish what you were saying," Sudha said. Mita looked at Kiran and. He asked if he could join me and of course I said yes. He proceeded to grab my books from me, before I could stop him. I wondered to myself what was behind that. He always seemed to do little things for me that a guy would do for a girl he was trying to impress. It got me curious as to what was going on in his mind. But I shrugged it off thinking it was not important and probably did not mean what I thought it did.We walked on in silence for a little bit, each of us wondering about Friday. "Of course you two will go. Serves her mother right!"It seemed that I had fewer secrets that I had thought.It turned out that Katy was in her element at that kind of party. She was her own young witty self, with all the big stars and their escorts. She really made her father proud. I did my share of smalltalk with all the more or less important people who wanted talk to me. I had no illusions about this business - both I and they knew, that the new technology I had been developing would be good.