I had a horrible feeling. Had it been just one male voice, I could have supposed a date plying his girl with alcohol. Three men implied a deliberate d...ugging. As I approached the shed I slowed, trying to catch my breath, and fumbled out my cell phone."This is a 911 operator, what is your emergency?"I gasped, "This is Mitch Acker, Professor at Coleridge. There is a suspected rape in progress in the garden shed on the north side of the school green. I am going in to check."The operator was asking. She used to take my advice for dressing whenever she had to go out for any function or parties.Slowly slowly days passed and my final exams came closer, till then nothing serious happened between us. It was in my summer vacation of 12th when I thought of doing something nasty.I was introduced to a new app which is used for prank calling. In that app you can change your caller id according to your own wish and then call the other person.So I changed the caller id and called her.I was really. Now run away somewhere before I get us both in trouble and let me figure out how to make this go away."She just giggled and flitted through the door. I had already figured out how to kill a little time and justify being in the garage so long. I took a minute to let the tent collapse then went in to get my dad's keys. Returning to the garage I hit the button and opened the door. Then I backed the car out and rolled our old ping-pong table out to the center of the floor. Mark and I used to play. I was not privy to its more personal aspects, but was aware of how much she wanted and needed it to last, to grow, and to become her reason for being. That was what I had always wanted for her. I wished her a deep and abiding love, and a joining with someone who would give her the love and respect she deserved. That was what she had yearned for so many years without success. Spending time with Cynthia and Carl was something both ladies wanted for us all. I had no particular objections. It would.