She’s 25, same as me and just finishing up some sort of graduate degree at the local university. I’ve heard a few stories from my sister Zoë on h...w Kendra celebrates life at frat parties which she apparently does at least once a month. If the truth be known, I wouldn’t have minded at all if Kendra was the one who slinked from my bed that morning.My aunt or my cousin? I just wished I could remember.“Hey! I’m talking to you.”I looked around at my sister, “I’m sorry, what?”“How’s your head? You. When the lady and her children were finally out of the lobby, I leaned back in my chair and checked the piece of paper Brandon had handed me. It was his number and a time. I guessed that was when I was supposed to call him. Mandy, the next employee, walked in, smiling at me. I clocked out as she clocked in. I grabbed my purse and car keys and existed the building, wondering if I should stop by Brandon's room. Deciding against it, I climbed in my little silver Cadillac and headed home. I checked. Again though, that warm safe feeling comes over you, and you trust me again. Exactly five steps are taken then you feel me turn your hands a bit to your right and you follow my lead. I lift your hands to the chain link fence and you grab open slots very firmly. Remembering what I had told you, you move your feet back. You know you could go a little more, but the safety mechanism in your head tells you that’s enough. You spread your legs as if being searched by a cop, and then it comes to you. I knew what she was trying to do; the same thing her sorority sisters made sure I understood since a little bird told them about the meeting with Erica.Make sure I understood the benefits of remaining significant-other-free.Erica hugged me at door; I turned away from the kiss. I kissed her cheek, put my hand at the small of her back, and guided her inside. They sat us in the back, away from other people."David, you have to believe me. I'm really, really sorry!" Erica said. The faucets in her.