She is the star player on the volleyball team and I'm third string on the golf team. She is dating the stud quarterback and I spend my Friday nights w...th the chess club. Physically we are nearly identical; 5'10", blonde, blue eyes, trim and cute. On her, those stats make her a babe. On me, with my frizzed out hair and glasses, I just look like your typical computer geek nerd.Last week, on a Thursday afternoon, Scott, her boyfriend and the all-district quarterback on the Wildcat football team. Mom stood frozen with her left hand on the door knob and her body half-way into my room. She looked as startled as I was. "Danny... sorry... thought you were out." A look crossed her face like she had tasted something she didn't like. "I just came in to see if..." She looked hard me. Then the full force of what she saw must have hit her. "Oh, my... I am sorry." With outstretched arms she walked to me. "What ARE you doing, Danny? What ARE you doing, my boy?" I was just pretending... just. Actually, it worked out quite well because I remembered that Molly was coming over at around ten for a private chat. “Molly?” said Jack. I explained that she’s the eighteen-year-old daughter of my mum’s best friend and that she'd telephoned the other day wanting to talk to me about something personal. I added, “She always calls me ‘Auntie Candy’ even though I’m only twelve years older than she is and we aren’t related." Jack thought that was quite endearing and asked if I knew what it was. They had passed through various corridors along the way, not all of them uniform in appearance and size. Some were brightly lit, sporting white paneled walls of porcelain-like material; others were much more dimly lit, in the fashion of the room they had woken up in. Some were pitch black, none of their features visible.Most were in pristine condition, like people lived in there and dutifully kept it clean and polished, but they had not met a single soul. Their senses informed them that this.