As the part of being in the night club is not a major part of our present story, it will be summed by us getting drunk, Lisa was much more drunk than ... was, she could barely walk straight when we decided to call it the end that night, as earlier planned, we both had a plan to spend the night together in Lisa’s room at her parents’ house.As we unlocked the door, by the drunken state Lisa was in, and I was trying to help her walk straight, I was drunk myself, but as mentioned earlier to a better. Well that sounded just great, she thought, so she moved there to make new friends and a new life.She got a job as a receptionist at the local used car lot so came into contact with a lot of people – not always the best type though!One guy, named Buck, bought an old Chevvy from the lot; he eyed her up as she bent over in her black leather miniskirt to file the papers. “Great arse,” he said. “Fuck off loser!” was her reply.OK, he decided, he’d get to know the bitch better real soon! He was from. We came right back to your room."I supposed he was right. We had screwed up in the first place byletting Rod put us in this position. Then we had really screwedup by coming back here. But we really didn't have any place elseto go. It's not like we had a lot of time to plan this out."You're right Mike, we have to get the hell out of here." Andwith that his eyes lit up and he suddenly shouted, "Wait!" Thenhe dashed over to the Vid and started dialling. When he was donedialling, the screen sprang. Ashley was a bit reserved, but was part of the conversation. We spoke about everything but what we needed to. My mind was racing about what I should do.Rob and Stephenie began to clear the table, I had been about to tell them to. I pondered the lesson there for a second. They had to obey me, but left to themselves, they would do the right thing. They really were good people, all of them. Even Sheila who had bad intentions when we met her was quite sweet after we had removed some of the bad.