***The children lined up to get on their buses for the ride home.It was the end of school for Christmas vacation and the excitementof the pending holi...ay and a week off from school was evidentin each of their faces and actions. Nancy was the exception.She just could not get into the Christmas spirit.She had been told that older brother would be staying at collegefor special courses and this made her sad. Nancy, at eleven years old was a late child and the ten yearage difference between herself. He figured this place wouldmake his parole officer happy, and that would be something to worry aboutfor the next six months, and then he would be free of all restrictions.He'd been a good boy in prison, and made the right noises at his mandatorycounseling sessions (which was easy, since he had been a licensedpsychologist prior to being caught), and thus knew he would make thishurdle as well."And once its over, I'll get a pardon. If that stupid hockey coach couldget one, anybody can."That was. I still knew he was going to get crap from me visiting him, though. I must’ve fallen asleep, because I nearly had a heart attack when my phone started buzzing. I looked at the screen. Unknown number. The area code was the same as Billy’s, so I figured it would be okay to answer. ‘Hello…?’ I said in a groggy voice as I brought my phone up to my ear. ‘Hi,’ said a woman’s voice. ‘Is this…Alisandra?’ ‘. . . Yeahhh…’ I said, cautious. ‘Who… Who is this?’ I booked it to the hospital. Apparently,. We had a small circle of good friends with whom we had great times. And we had plenty of time to ourselves, to get to know each other and to fall thoroughly in love.I'd once described the period I now found myself in as our "glory days." Ellen was as focused on me as she was on her studies, perhaps more so. It seemed that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, sexually or otherwise. In those days, Ellen was the complete package -- smart, caring, gorgeous (in a Playboy centerfold way) and.