It was from a guy who had read her profile. Normally, she ignored e-mails from strangers, but as she started to read what he had written, she could f...el a smile creep across her face despite her bad mood. What’s the worse that can happen? So she wrote him back, thanking him for the laugh, but not really expecting a reply. As she was getting ready to turn the computer off, a new e-mail popped up. It was from him. She couldn’t help but read it. This went on for about an hour before he finally. I finished in the bathroom and stepped out just in time to get my morning toe-curler and she was off.I went into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and went into the office to fire up the computer and check e-mail. The first thing I noticed was the e-mail from last night that one of the guys had initiated about the ride today. I trashed the Viagra and Cialis rip offs and was in the process of emptying the trash when I saw the reflection of Shelly in the monitor. She was so afraid of coming in. It's such an honor to be asked by him. All my friends are in shock." Donna, don't go out with him. I've been in the locker room and heard his talk. It could be bad for you." Dex, I can't turn down Rick Santee, especially after I've said yes. I would be dead forever in that school if I did that. It's not like he's going to rape me or anything."He just looked at her for quite a while, then asked her to wait. He returned shortly and handed her two twenty dollar bills and two quarters. "What's that. A small room revealed itself, glowing in a red light, as a musty stench reached his nostrils. He heard Alana stifle a cough, as the longer they were in that room the stronger the scent became. He cautiously scanned the room. Books of black magic and potions lay around. Tables and chairs were turned over, as though frenzy had taken place. Bottles of dark colored substances lay toppled over, spilling contents upon melted candles, parchment and anything else within its path. Alana was looking.