We had a good friendship.She was a party girl too, liked a wine or two on a Friday. We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly...and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the. After chatting a few more days off and on, he wanted me to text him. So, we exchanged numbers and shortly thereafter, my phone was ringing. It was him. He was headed out to a local bar and wanted to know if I'd like to join him. I told him I'd have to wake up my husband and ask him to go out so late at night. The hubby said yes, so I got dressed up, did the hair and make up thing, and on my way to the bar I went. I took me a wee bit of driving around to find him, but find him I did! Finally! I. But she silently ignored saying will tell you some other day. Days passed sometime I used ask about her love story she told I will tell when we meet . So I planned her to meet the same weekend. She hesitated but accepted later to meet me. We met in a local park and were talking for sometime and when asked her about the love she started crying and said that he betrayed her. He was also flirting with few other girls which she came to know at later point. So they had a bad fight and broke up.I was. It was a part she had played in a recent school production and projected her voice into the small hall, but she there was a nervous lilt to her voice and she heard it quiver.Before she had barely got into the scene she was stopped; her minute was up, and the panel looked at each other. "Thank you very much," she was told in an authoritative voice. "We'll let you know."Abigail didn't say a word, just nodded and followed the woman silently back to the room. Her mother pursed her lips and looked.