Sam was muscular, clean-cut and handsome. Sam wrapped his arm around my waist and escorted me into the house. Jimmy followed as Sam had me sit at the ...mall bar in his basement; basement wasn’t a good word to describe this place. The room was a modern, up-to-date man-cave. “Whatcha’ drinking Liz…?” Sam asked. “…And you Jim.” “Ill have a double shot of Jack please,” I said confidently. “The same,” Jimmy said. “Where’s Mike?” “He’s on his way down.” Sam said. “Mike is my son Liz; I think you’ll. Frederik, again, was very helpful towards Sandra. He made sure she reached their classroom safely and helped her with her little towel and let her sit on it. Instead of going to his desk, he returned to the front of the classroom and went standing next to his dad."Good afternoon," their teacher started to say. "As most of you will know, Frederik is my son, and he won't be a student in my classroom. He already did his final exam and passed it with flying colors. That's why he will be assisting. " That's probably what saved you. If Paul didn't have the guts to tell you what the party was about, I wouldn't be surprised if that drink had ecstasy or some date-rape drug in it. It would make you more susceptible to someone trying to take advantage of you." Paul got me that drink. Do you think he tried to drug me?"I shrugged. "How else could he get you to go along with what he wanted?"That brought on more tears and Diane got up and put the kettle on to make some tea."That's it, Di," Christie. Sam texted me and I had agreed to talk with her onSaturday... I was just so messed up... It had never made me this sickbefore. I thought it would just help me clear my head enough to talkwithout breaking down again..."She sighed. "Jordan... From what your doctor told me, before theoperation your body had built up a resistance to the proteinmalfunction... Since then though... You had no resistances built upanymore so it...."I sighed in understanding. "So it hit me like a Mac truck..." She.