“Hey!” Zoey said under her breath so her parents wouldn’t hear.“Hey to you too.” Dylan shouted up to Zoey.“Shut up! My dad will hear you!�...� Zoey said under her breath once again.“Sorry.” Dylan said back to Zoey as she had instructed him too. “How the hell am I gonna get up there?” He paused for a few seconds, “Wait I have an idea…” He whispered up to Zoey. Zoey’s room was on the second floor and was at least thirty feet from where Dylan had been standing. Then, Dylan started to sprint away from. Of course, Angelique's mother had always treated me with the utmost respect... with something akin to awe, actually-because she was so amazed that a rich man like me would deign to pass an hour or two in bed with the likes of her. Maybe that had been her mistake... maybe she should have been more demanding.Angelique ordered me to roll across the carpet until I was on my back with my cuffed hands under me in a spot directly across from the butler's perch on the couch. I was keenly aware that. I feel weak, and abused, and all kinds of horrific things I'm not used to feeling. I never thought of myself as weak, Soph. I can't help it, now." I used to think of myself as weak. Then I met this fabulous guy who convinced me otherwise." That got a hint of a smile. "Nobody can be strong all the time, Warren. There were four of them. You had no chance." I know. Mary asked me if I thought this would have happened if there was only one of them, and I told her, no fucking way. I'm an athlete. I. I just had a question.”“Ok…”“Do you think a guy would want to date me? Like, knowing the stuff I’ve done lately.”“Is this about Trevor?”“Maybe.”Sam turned and propped himself up on his elbow and gave it some thought. Tegan turned to face him, leaning on her elbow as well, and clarified her question.“Do you think a guy could have seen me the way I was last night and think ‘yeah, I see value in a relationship with her’?”“Depends on the guy I guess.” Sam anwered eventually. “I think a lot of guys.