There was a soft knock at the door and he calmly opened it and in to view came a cute young girl. Honestly the resolution wasn’t that great, but she...was young, not too young- solid twenty something, and cute, not beautiful. Burnett hair. Slight build, small bust line about 5'2' I guess, more than likely less than 100 pounds. She was not dressed like the prototypical whore, she was actually dressed rather modestly. Simple business dress. Grey coat and skirt, white shirt and flats, black hose.. Then we got out and dressed and ran to meet the bus. I didn'ttell anybody what had happened. It didn't seem to be anybody else'sbusiness.That night something funny really happened.All the Italian boys were in the same dormitory. After lights out, westarted playing around as usual. We knew the supervisor would come and tellus to go to sleep. I was out of bed when we heard him coming along thecorridor. I jumped into Matteo's bed and hid under the duvet. Matteo wasf******n years old. He was. It is one of the big downtown churches. I attend a support group,” she said.“I see. So you weren’t always a good girl?” I asked.“That is none of your business,” she said with a conspirator’s smile in her voice.“Oh but it is. Emily may be risking life and limb. We need to know everything, in order to be safe,” I admitted. “So what is the support group.”“It is for victims of family abuse,” she said with a little attitude in her voice.“Fair enough,” I said. “Church parking lot it is. What. She'd set herself on tip toes and rested her head upon his chest. He could smell her shampoo and oh was it ever delightful, strawberries and cream. He felt himself overjoyed and when he opened his eyes to look down-she was crying in to his chest. 'Oh my love,' William said, 'why do you cry so?' Wiping her tears she responded, 'I'm just so happy to finally get to hold you in my arms.' They embraced just a bit longer and he wished he'd taken that moment to kiss her-but he'd hesitated and doing so.