But wasn’t the most attractive or beautiful girl out there. And I’m a 24 year old guy, slightly on the heavier side, but very fair and tall and at...ractive face.We hadn’t discussed anything about this. as she had said she’s looking for friends as she just ended a confusing relationship. So we made a plan to meet.And since my house was empty, I forced her to come over, and sitting awkwardly, I took some real guts, and asked if she wants to make out. She stared at me, and i got scared as to did I. "Debbie pulled back quickly and said, " I want to call my husband, I don't want to be searched, I don't want to go into one of those cells again."Cindy's tone changed and she said very briskly, "Look sweetie, don't give me a hard time now. Stand up and march to the first cell without any trouble or I will take you there!"Debbie felt a strong grip on her arm with much more force than she thought a woman could produce. She was led down the hall and pushed into the first cell where she had left. " I said as I hung up the phone and started to get dressed and on my way to get the most important person in my life.The drive to my brother's house went very fast. All I could do was to think about my sexy little niece being in my house. Having someone to talk to and to be with. As I pulled into the driveway of the old ran down house Many ran out of the door as fast as her short little legs would run.I got out of my truck and she jumped into my arms hugging me hard. "I feel like all the fear. Vanessa and I finished dressing and did our make up. She was in her ‘Morticia’ outfit, all black, with totally over-the-top purple and black warpaint on her face, while I was in my green elf costume, a little blusher, light mascara and pastel eye shadow (hey, the eighties meant you HAD to!). I’d told my parents I was staying with Vanessa, just not where. Hers were a little more liberal, and they knew she’d be spending the night at Paul’s, her boyfriend and our party host. We’d arranged to meet.