I bet you wish you had packed your pjs and some scrubs now.’ I shake my head. ‘Nope, I’m scared to spend the night. You might decide to cure me ...ourself!’ He laughs, ‘You better be scared. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t want to cure you?’ His expression became serious again. ‘Kayla, why was the man that you met here out of your reach? Is he married?’ His question caught me off guard. I tried to keep my tone light as I answered, ‘No, he’s single. But he thinks of me as just a. Katie and I ended up becoming best of friends, and eventually rooming together. She would come over and we would study together, and of course talk about life in general, and maybe share a bottle (or 2 or 3) of wine.However, it wasn't until the weekend before Halloween that things took a great turn. Surprisingly, Katie suggested we go out to a party. A dress-up party, with it being Halloween time. I thought "Why not". Not having much to dress-up as, we settled for a quick, cute outfit of all. He knew she wasn’t a virgin and was wondering where she gained all her experience. I certainly wasn’t going to answer that, even if it hadn’t been me. He was wise enough not to ask it.“Do you think I have a death wish?” I asked with mock fear. “Would YOU try to prevent Stephanie from getting what she wanted?”He laughed, “Good point. I really appreciate it.”We walked back to the car and found Stephanie and Bethany leaning against the hood, waiting for us. We got in the car and I told the girls. A few days later I answered a call from a cell number that I didn’t recognize. A soft and nervous voice asked: “What would I have to do?” {Again with the damn bells ringing in my head!} “Nancy,” I asked, “Yes” she replied, “What would I have to do?” I stuttered and flubbed a few inaudible words before saying “Let’s get together and talk about this.” We agreed that I would come by in an hour or so and we would talk it over. I pulled into the driveway not fully knowing what to expect, but had.