"Hello!" Stevii," asked the sultry voice on the other end of the line."Yes, this is Stevii," I said in response. The hair on the back of my neck stood...straight out. I did not want to acknowledge that I recognized the voice. I held my breath dreading what might come next."I think you know who this is love. A mutual friend wishes to see you again. Met me at noon, let's say at Mason's on Third and Main for lunch on Wednesday. Dress very sexy for me."Click!I looked at the receiver like it was evil.. " Sounds good," I said. "That'll save me the price of a Cuban."This day was different. The morning was spent typing a bunch of letters for Ms. White, plus answering calls for her. Most of them I passed into her, but some were bullshit calls that had nothing to do with business, just solicitations.I did the mid-morning breaks, and later ate lunch with Julie Preston at our desks. She told me all about working for the state agency and that it was pleasant to have someone across from her that was. " We know Crick," Betty agreed. "The same goes for all of us."Finally Midge, the most lesbian of them, came up with a possible solution."How about if we give her the same treatment," she suggested. "If she does it too, then she wouldn't dare tell on us." Y... you mean rape her?" Nancy said."That wouldn't be right," Betty said.Being one of the most responsible and respected teens in high school, the very idea of raping and then blackmailing her best friend seemed completely wrong to the blonde. No one's gonna hurt you. I promise. Come on!"Then, suddenly, on impulse, and even against my better judgement, I reached out, opened the door further, and climbed and shut the door behind me as I did. At the same moment (all this took place faster than it's taking to write it out here), as I settled back in the plushly upolstered seat, and as the limo sped off out into the traffic flow, I suddenly realized that I was staring into the face of none other than the famous, and infamous, Larry.