"Mom, who is that?" Why, I think it's that nice young man who helped us yesterday when that awful man attacked us. It is... what's his name?"Janie nea...ly let out a whoop and then remembered where she was. "It is mom! It's Kenny!"She ran over to him, barely managing a glance into the casket at Hank's body."Kenny," she grabbed his arm and pulled him to her, "what are you doing here?"Kenny Packard looked down into Janie's eyes. He'd had a crush on Janie ever since she had married Hank and moved in. Mom and Dad were absolutely concerned but so far I had given them no reason to worry. I was a Grade A college student, aged 19 but without any real friends and quite frankly life was well just happening. We had been allotted a 2-storey bungalow, which meant a full storey apartment with almost every thing I ever wished for. Besides I was always fascinated about old and broken archeological sites. Dad was well off, my mom a complete socialite while I was cute looking, lean youngster with greenish. Molly had three Long Islands, so I told her I was going to drive. Probably a wise decision. We got to her parents house. Molly said, "Wow, we have this whole place to ourselves. We can skinny dip in the hot tub. Before that, you have to carry me across the threshold." I asked what exactly she meant? "Well, you don't think you are going to sleep in the guest room, do you. I have never had anyone sleep with me in my old bed. So, this is like I am loosing my Virginity again." I did as. After a fairly slow, and particularly boring, Wednesday, Damien suggested they go have a drink. Jenna agreed, saying that she was pretty stressed and wanted to relax. After a few hours and a few more drinks (mostly on Jennas part) Damien suggested they head home before both of them were too drunk to drive. Jenna agreed, gulped down the last little bit of her drink, and followed Damien out to the car. The entire time way home she stared at him. Whenever he glanced at her, she would smile. He.