. Den." He was now Den free!He entered and found himself in a place that had no idea that lights had been invented. The lighting was so low, he had to...take a few minutes to allow his eyes to adjust. His first visual scene was of some old guy in a booth feeling up a young woman. His niece, mused Tag. Naughty, naughty, you old fuck. He made his way to the long bar and sat at the short end.Where he was seated, at the short end, he had a perfect view of the odd couple. She now had a hand on his. And scary. Leah had wanted to reach out and touch the lives of children but she saw that students has zero respect for teachers and the demographics of the inner city school left her the victim of many cruel remarks from students who simply didn't care and who weren't punished by the school's admin.When Leah had a chance to get out of that hell hole she took it. So the nice Alexander Latwon High School--named for some long dead Confederate general--was a huge change of pace. The students. In the basement, just as it was at the mall, would hold the dregs of society. Not even the dregs, just the people who gave in to despair easier, who would revert to more primal or chaotic natures when things went wrong. Those who isolated themselves from society, who numbed themselves with drugs or alcohol, who rebelled against conformity, they’d sink into the depths to try and fill the hole in their hearts with darkness, not wanting to be found. They’d cast off their humanity, embracing. Callia’s roommate Laura looked up when they walked in. ‘There you are. Where have you been Callie?’ Laura asked. ‘Doug’s been by every day for the last few weeks looking for you. In fact, he should be here …’ Laura trailed off as Doug knocked on the door and opened it. ‘Oh good, you’re back! I’m glad you’re okay. I’ve been worried about you.’ Doug looked at Cooper and his eyes narrowed. ‘You little slut! Wasn’t I enough for you?’ Doug sneered. Callia’s knees buckled and Cooper eased her down to.