Until she looked at her clock. 7:13pm. "Damn it." She said as she rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom in just her bra and panties. She then ra... back out of the bathroom and grabbed the silver dress that she lay out on the back of the chair and took it with her into the bathroom."Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." She repeating said as she brushed her teeth in a hurry. She plugged her straightener in as she rinsed out her mouth. She brushed her hair as her straightener. One evening the parents and brother were watching TV downstairs, and Margaux was in her room. Being the horny, young ignorant dickhead that I was, I walked into her room with a mission. A mission to have my first kiss. You see, I had never had a girlfriend so I had never even kissed a girl before. I was quite nervous around girls and I could not talk to them to save my life. But I knew that in two days after this I'd never see her again, nor any of her family, so I really didn't care if what I. She also had to mail the keys of her car to a mailbox and get on a bus the first day of the next month.She traveled for two days, to someplace she never been before. Ultimately a blinded limousine took het to a secluded place, a ten hour drive.At arrival she was welcomed by four men, each not interested in her, but examining her body and making notes. She was told to lie down and sedated, in what looked like a surgical room. When slowly fading away, she was told her destiny: ?We supply pieces. Until we met the curate. Helen was bubbly and excited as we walked along Clarkehouse Road, past the Botanical Gardens. We stood on the doorstep; my right arm around Helen as she reached out to press the doorbell. I looked down at her as the door opened, so I saw the blood leave her face; she stiffened, twisted in my arm and ran. I looked at the man standing in the doorway, whose face was every bit as white as Helen's, then controlling my own shock and incomprehension, turned and pursued.