How many times had she read those captions and stories and always with a slight smile on her lips, knowing that she was the girl next door who had bee... extremely fortunate with her rise to fame and glory… The amazing night of the soiree had finally arrived and the people that were coming through the French doors were from all walks of life. She had that kind of appeal, women and men alike wanted to gaze upon her glowing face and listen to the voice that was incredibly ethereal… She was their. "Yeah, I got that too. A little scary there, huh? I've read about people who challenge their brain and feel like they are riding in a car with the pedal to the metal and wanting to go faster and can feel the overload, how exhausting it is. That may be what this will be like for her." I said, distraught this was happening to one my friends.Allie saw my state and pulled me to the sofa and sat me down. She knelt on one knee before me and produced the ring box I had given her earlier in the day. I sat Trish down on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a rather battered armchair. We had only been there a couple of minutes when the young girl came and told the other couple that their cab had arrived. The warmth of the room and comfort of the old chair soon made me drop off to sleep. I ‘came to’ and as I opened my eyes, I could see a black guy and a white guy bending over Trish who was now lying down. I pretended to still be asleep. The thought that strangers had. I kept hoping she would look up at me, but her eyes were locked on his. It was like she was in a trance. He stepped forward, and softly pushed her back. She leaned back until she was flat on the table. His hands went to her zipper, and slid it down. He tugged the jeans down her legs, and off her ankles. He took a few shots from above, and started to move the other side of the table. I could now see a large bulge down one leg of his jeans, and it was inches from her face. She must have seen it.