When we entered we found Martin sitting behind the oh so familiar desk,shirt sleeves rolled up, and her sitting on one edge of it. At thirtysix John w...s nine years older than Michelle but no one could deny theywere a beautiful and impressive couple. She was a political sciencemajor who paid her way through college by modelling for major fashionmagazines, while he was a star athlete and top of his class in lawschool who had interned with a Supreme Court justice before joining aprestigious law. This night, he had wandered into a bar. His boyish good looks had been a god-send… He was 25, but could pass for an 18-20 college student with no problem. Standing at just over 6 feet tall, weighing 180 with an athletic build, short hair and sparkling blue eyes always helped him attract attention from the women… This night was no exception.“Hi… I’m Rinki…”“Hi, Rinki… I’m …Nilesh How’re you?”“Great… I was wondering if you’d like to dance…”As they danced and talked, he had ample opportunity to. The bedchamber was large, with full windows like the office. A king-size bed sprawled in the corner of the room, a table next to it with several scented candles on it. She walked over to the table, lifting a candle to her nose. She knew the smell… the smell of her perfume, of rain. She wasn’t sure if this could be unconscious on his part or not. Had he done this on purpose? Keeping her close in every way even if he couldn’t have her? The bed was unmade, the blankets were strewn across the. They even helped us get my things to my room and I saw morethan a few who were only partially dressed.Momma consulted the paper in her hand, "Here it is Sweetie, room 215."The door was standing open and there was another girls things spread outon one of the two beds. The wall locker and one desk already held a lotof her things but she was nowhere in sight."Those must be Abigale's things," Momma said."Abigale?" I asked."Yes right here," she held out the paper. "Room 215, Abigale Moore andDenise.