"Call them."We were both teenagers ... with a slightly flawed concept of reality. What can I say?We were smart enough to clean her up and get her back...into her PJs before calling 911. I got dressed too. We tried to clean my spooge off the comforter, but there were still some spots left. I hoped nobody would notice."911, what is your emergency, please?" My sister just woke up." This is 911, young man. It's a crime to make prank calls to 911," said the woman in a stern voice."No," I said hastily.. Why don't you ask Toni? I know mom would watch Jessie." I don't know her that well. I can't just ask her out to a business dinner like that." Why not? I'm pretty sure she'd say yes. I know she's more than smart enough to handle any conversation. I guarantee she would look good on your arm." Ok, I'll ask her Thursday when I see her. If she says no, then you'll have to break your date with Jason. I need another woman to go with me." Fair enough. If Toni says no I'll go. By the way, she said she. ‘It is a beautiful machine,’ he thought as he pulled the dust cover off his ‘spare’ car. It indeed was beautiful. A BMW Z3 hard-top convertible. The odometer had only 12 miles on it, the tire dressing still shone from the detailing done for his birthday. The cherry red paint so flawless, it looked to be still dripping wet. His parents and the Angels both begged him to drive it, it seemed such a shame to keep it penned in the garage. But Joe didn’t feel the car was him, and he preferred to drive. ’ ‘Do you want me to stop? There is still time.’ When I did not speak or move, he came around the camera and pulled the wig from my head, then retreated, letting the camera record me unadorned. The necklace was, of course, always clearly in view. ‘Tell me,’ he said. ‘I’m yours.’ And he pounced, grabbing the neckline of my dress, ripping, tearing down. Something, the zipper, scratched the length of my back. Involuntarily I cried out in surprise. The chain tightened, lifting me higher. The toes.