I had moved up to a two bedroom place. We would both save money and it would be great to really get to know her now that she was grown up.My apartment...was on the fourth floor of the building. We had ten floors, so of course there was an elevator. I helped her pack all her stuff up in the elevator and we tried to stuff it all into my apartment. It was two bedrooms with a bathroom, and the kitchenette off to the right as you entered. The rest was a large room with a sofa, an easy chair, and a. As she walked into the bedroom she clocked the outfit lying on the bed that I wanted her to wear, Elaine never said anything but I could tell she knew I wanted her to look like a slut, this was confirmed when she put her make-up on. She put on a bright red lipstick she had never used before because we had always joked that it made her look tarty. She pealed on the skin tight black lycra dress, black seemed suspender tights and knee length patent boots. Nothing more nothing less! Elaine stood. Abigail turned and made her way out. Erica followed her up the stairs. “Everything okay between you two?” Abigail smiled at her over her shoulder. “Yeah. We talked a bit.” They needed to talk more though. “He hasn’t eaten. I’m going to make something for all of us.” “Ooh, can I help?” Abigail grimaced but nodded her head, turning toward the kitchen. “Suuure.” ***** Angelo and Michael helped him back up to the main floor. His bedroom had been unlocked and Abigail had the pleasure of. The thought of her being a bad girl never entered my mind.I spent the whole night driving around town. Going from hangout to hangout, looking for any clue to tell me where she was. Every hour or so I would return to her grandmother’s house only to not find her there. At daybreak the following morning, I caught up with her at the apartment of one of her friends. Immediately I knew something was up. Her eyes had never looked at me like that. Then she said it.“I’m not going to lie to you. I was.