“Do you think she’s using drugs?” I asked. “Maybe drinking?”“It’s possible,” Melanie replied. “I didn’t see anything like needle m...rks or bruises or anything when I helped her with the shower. But booze wouldn’t show up like that. I hate to say this, but check her bag. And I’ll make sure my mom locks our liquor cabinet.”“God, Melanie, how did this happen?”“The same way it did to me. You make a series of bad decisions, then you make a doozy. And you think there’s no way to fix it so you don’t. “Hey Frank! I’m going food shopping you want anything?”“Brats and grab another bottle of Jack Daniels!” A deep voice answers from the back of the house.“Alright, I’ll be back.” She leaves and locks the door behind her.Frank sits in the den wearing only grey boxer briefs playing the latest in ultra-violent video games where, as usual, zombies have taken over and you have to kill them rather messily. When he is certain she has left the house he pumps the volume on the surround sound. A loud. On the night of the prom I walked across to her mother's flat and went upstairs. In the sitting room I was greeted by Jim, Mags and Flora, Shirley's friend. Jim and Flora were both armed with cameras. Jim told me that Shirley was just helping to put the final touches to Ginny's hair and makeup. I paced nervously round the sitting room in my tux until at last the door of the bedroom opened and my girl walk out into the corridor, As I looked through the sitting room door and saw her move towards. Arnol Botley owned her. He was young for a lord, only 32 years of age. His father had died several years ago leaving him as the true heir, inheriting all of his lands and titles. Unlike his father, a dutiful man of honour, Arnol drank, gambled and purchased countless amounts of whores. Although he had never touched Alicia, she was a woman now, 18 years of age, and his property. Alicia felt it was only a matter of time until she would be forced to forsake her virginity and lay with the man..