“You’re being unreasonable! We were just dancing!” you shouted back. “We were just dancing while you were drinking with four other girls, reme...ber?” you added with venom in your voice.He looked at you, his eyebrows meeting in a furious frown. He was about to say something, but you stop him with your next words.“Besides, you always said you hated to dance? So I danced with guys who loved it,” you taunted him.He cocked his head sideways and faced you again with a dangerous glint in his. . something brushing against the skin on the back of neck. I look into the rear view mirror attempting to see who or what is there... although not really expecting too see anything. As when I arrived approximately two hours ago the place had been locked up tight. I did not see anything so I shook my head before I started writing again. I had been writing for a few minutes when I felt some icy fingers on my shoulders, it sends cold chills down my body causing goose bumps to form all over and. ." His voice drifted softly away beneath his gaze."Uh..." I looked away, finding my bar towel."You're a beautiful young woman, Ivy." He drank his shot, grimacing in the mirror as I watched. "Good bartender too." Thanks." I wasn't sure what else to say. Most guys are easy to talk to, or easy to ignore, but not him."Who are you?" He caught my look as I refilled his glass. "I mean, when you're not here. Who are you, Ivy?"I shrugged and smiled weakly. "I'm still me." You're not a bartender all the. "Aren't you ready for me?" I-I'm sorry," She said timidly, obviously mustering all her courage just to speak to me. "I can't... I can't do this like the other girls did. I'm... I'm still a virgin. Nobody else knows, and I'd never live it down if I were the only girl in the sorority to not do it with you. They all keep saying how amazing it is, so I know I should do it, but I can't just give myself over to a monster for my first time. So... you're going to have to force yourself on me like you.