"Now that's using your head, girl," he said with a big grin. "Why work for a grade when all you gotta do is spread your legs. You fucking any other te...chers?" No. The rest are women." Well maybe they're into girls too. Could be a few lez in the mix. Give it a shot next time." I stared at him shocked that he's say such a thing.We started going the opposite direction to our house and I asked where we were going."See someone," was all he said. I knew not to press him for more.When we pulled into. Or playin video games at either paul or steves house. Mostly we would be at steves house because they had the playstation 2. That summer my mom enrolled me in a summer camp which paul was also enrolled in. Out of all of my friends Paul was not necessarily one of my favorites. He was cool but their was just something about him that really annoyed me. He was one of those kids who would always be around even if he's clearly not wanted..and whines and complains when he doesn't get what he. As I begin to surface from the fog of a deep sleep, I’m immediately aware that something isn’t quite right. It’s much too dark…I’m sure there was a light on when I entered the room. Suddenly I realize that I’m blindfolded. But that’s not all. I try to reach for the blindfold, but my hands are tied above my head, clearly attached to the headboard of the bed. Not in a painful way, but obviously intended to restrict my movement. I feel the beginning of the panic set in. What’s going on? Who did. Apparently, she had been getting very cozy with a certain low-life called Matt who was reputed to have mob connections back on the east-coast. He managed a pole-dance and lap-dance bar in a sleazy part of town and had personally "auditioned" Candy for a job on the day-shift. She didn't get the job but she did get his attention and made herself available for returns visits to his private office almost every other day. The investigator even had tapes of her audition routine available for her.