I’m glad I didn’t have the problem at school though. Anyway, this particular time came around late in the school year. Prom was coming up and I d...dn’t even bother to consider going. I couldn’t dance, so there was no point in making a fool of myself in front of people. No one else shared my idea of it though. All of the students were busy making preparations for the dance. It was two weeks to go and it seemed like most everyone had their dates for it. Jessica refused to tell me who she was. She told you she had multiple clues on your current case and that she would love to share them with you over a whiskey. You were shook by how much she knew about you. From your current case down to your favourite beverage, she had you in a tight spot. You accepted her offer and that night you sat in a small apartment, drinking whiskey with a woman ten years younger than you that you had never met. However, her entusiasm and youthful energy filled you with renewed excitement. You had accepted. *Carol-Anne lay in bed and listened. The downstairs was filled with voices, sometimes talking and sometimes shouting, every few minutes someone new. She'd been in here all day and had no plans to come out now. Thomas had come to check on her once, half-heartedly (he had not yet told their parents that he'd snuck out with her, although she was confident he soon would), but other than that she'd seen no one. It wasn't until well into the afternoon that her father knocked on the door and sat at. He steps inside the shockingly third-class trailer home, looking around the tiny combo kitchen with raised eyebrows, but his brown handsome eyes sparkle as they return to gaze at Brittany?s unnaturally large, over exposed, and quite real breasts. ?What?s a pretty thing like you doing in a hell hole like this? Hey, no problem, let?s go and have dinner!? he laughs. And he slips a manly arm inside of hers, leading her towards his car like they were ready to walk her down the wedding aisle! But as.