The elevator door slid back and there we were, in the Bridal Suite penthouse. Just beautiful, it was plush and a huge window overlooked the city light...; we stood there, me with my dress still pulled down, several hands on me, then, I said, "Lets go for a swim," and we all stripped immediately as Paul slid back the glass slider opening out to the heated pool, lit from underneath under a starlit glass roof. We all dove in, me saying goodbye to my lovely, coiffed hair, and swam around for a few. A third guy walked in, another of Byron’s roommates, his name was Roberto but he insisted that I called him Rob. He grabbed a beer and joined Tom and I in the living room. As we sat and talked a strange sensation began flowing through my body. Here I was a little petite white girl all of eighteen sitting in a living room with two very big and muscly black men that I didn’t know. Rob asked what I was doing there and Tom said that I was the girl Byron met at that party a few weeks back. Rob tried. The polls and most major networks called this one as ‘To Close to Call’ in the last six months before Election Day. Even throughout the night of November 7th, a month and a half ago this uncertainty presented itself once again. Early in the evening of November 7th, the major networks gave the 25 seats of Florida’s Electoral College to Vice President Gore. Only to be changed to undecided, changing at 2:18 in the early morning of November 8th, giving the seats to Governor Bush, to be taken away. “Where to?” asked the driver and the couple looked at me. I decided that my house was actually not the greatest idea as I didn’t want them to know where I lived, and what if they wanted to come in, so I quickly said “yours?” more as a question than an answer. Henry seemed pleased and gave me a smile of his own and then nodded to the driver. Then just like that Helene was on me. Kissing my neck and caressing my breasts over the fabric of my dress. Henry moved to the seat opposite to us, I.