" It doesn't make me feel better, Mark. I'm sick and I can't cope with this. I can't believe she would get involved in this. It's just not like her. T...ere must be some reason for it." Bob was searching for answers that only Karen could provide.I told Bob that I thought the code in her calendar was K for Karen and a or b was the house code. I thought a was our house and b was his, but I wasn't sure."If I'm right, Bob, Karen will be going to my house in about half an hour to be with Caroline.. Begging me to help this girl survive. I knew, without knowing how I knew, I was at a crossroads in my life. Something told me, if I left this poor girl to die, that there would be nothing left of Mason Griggs. That whatever good there may be left inside of me, would be snuffed out with her.The sound of footsteps in the stairwell told me I had no more time to consider my options. Slipping my K-Bar from my pocket, I cut the girl loose, and dragged her to the closet. “Stay down. Stay quiet. And. I loved the idea ofserving Mike too but only if Danny was in charge.So, no surprise...a few weeks later I was back at their house at long last.We had drinks and Mike made a big show of giving me a present from the twoof them. It was a super sexy silver metallic minidress. Ultimate slutwear.The matching high heels were nice too. I shimmied into the outfit and sat onDanny's lap. He fed me pills that turned out to be Ecstasy. In the next hourI found myself tied up and fully madeup, feeling flirty. But I never forgot the incident. I should have known that something was amiss.A few years later, our 16-year-old told us that she had a new boyfriend, and he was an 18-year-old black Jamaican. My wife didn’t react well at all. I never knew she had such intense racial prejudices. When we were alone, she explained her reasons.“She’s too young! She’s a minor! What happens if he kisses her?”“If they kiss, they kiss, what’s the problem, it’s just.