'Why couldn't I have come up with a better lie?'"Don't you worry little girl, Dr. Adams is going to make you feel all better." The older woman, walked...around Laura, drinking in the young girl's intoxicating beauty.Poor Laura wanted to crawl in a hole and die, she was displaying herself to her professor's intimate gaze. She tried to turn her head to the left and look away, but there was a picture of Gloria Steinem looking down at her. It was inscribed, To Patricia Adams, Be Proud - Gloria.'Be. Megan's cycle, like those of many women who live together, was closely matched to her mother's. When her period didn't come on the day she expected it to. She noticed it, but didn't think on it a lot. She had been late before and twice had even missed a period completely. So she didn't worry about it. Later, the next month, when it was about time for her to start again, she woke up feeling fine, but got ill at breakfast ... so ill that she had to go throw up in the bathroom."You OK, honey?". The fan seemed really shy. emma could tell it'd be hard to get a conversation going. He probably didn't have much experience around girls."So John, did you enjoy the concert?" she questioned.John smiled a little. "It was great! So memorable seeing your band on my birthday!"emma returned the smile. "Your birthday, huh? How old did you turn?" I'm 18 now."emma smiled wider. "Happy 18th Birthday, John!"John blushed and thanked her. emma was now confident this would be an awkward evening if she. The extended white limousine rolled silently along the socially prominent Upper East Side. Passing gloved doormen hailing cabs in front of opulent hotels; they drove by Madison Avenue's toniest shopping precinct until pulling to the curb in front of a nondescript building on 92nd Street that happened to be the most private club in the city.The chauffeur quickly opened the door and the "Mystery man" and his beautiful companion stepped out of the limousine and walked briskly to the entrance of.