The young girl was no stranger to sexual exploration, her father had quite a collection of biology books around, some dealing with the human form, and...it was impossible to be around other kids without knowing the basics.She had felt the tingle of lust a few times, most notably when looking at Cedric Diggory before his untimely death, but that was nothing compared to this. This was a need for release that overpowered all else.Slipping her fingers beneath the hem of her panties as she lay back on. The city stood around her — taller than her sleepy hometown, louder too. There was energy in the air — it buzzed and droned around her. If she reached out, she could touch her future.Exhilarating was the word.She found the apartment that she would share with a friend's friend. Her room was dark and small and at the back of the house, but she didn't mind. She was here. She had made it and she would stun the world. But first she would start in the secretarial pool of a large international. Once she’d laid eyes on the man her heartbeat would slow down somewhat. Her hands would stop shaking after she took a sip of the first drink that was inevitably always offered. This was not some side street operation, which is what she would never lower herself to anyway. It was only the means by which she would put herself through school. Waiting tables or mixing designer coffees at Starbucks was all nice and good, but it didn’t pay nearly enough and she needed a lot of time for her. A short drive brought me to a prewar stucco apartment building with four wilted palms lining the sidewalk. The wind from the sea blew only heat and a little sand through the breezeways. Somebody had taped a handwritten out-of-order sign to one of the elevator doors. I took the stairs. Sweat collected around the straps of the shoulder holster and, by the time I’d finished my climb, rolled down my back. A trek through a maze of corridors finally brought me to the right door. I knocked, mopping.