Did you get a good picture? She’s pretty hot, huh? Well, she certainly thought so when she decided to go streaking during the Class A semifinals and...ended up causing our starting quarterback to break his tibia. Yeah…it’s a long story, but you can get why she’s unpopular at the moment. Maybe unpopular enough to lower her standards to a lonely, pathetic senior who needs a date to the prom.“Psst, Ellie,” I whisper to her in chemistry class, “you got a date for prom yet?” “You know I don’t,”. Then there was the dusting and washing involved in giving a touch of home to the cabin. She sang along wth the transistor radio with the dust rag moving to the beat wondering exactly WHEN had her much loved teenage songs become "classic" rock?? The great room had the screens brushed down and the floor swept.All surfaces capable of being polished were going to be shining softly in candle light tonight, she mused as she was arranging candles in jars on either side of the fireplace screening;. It seemed like apretty popular place, and there were more than a few couples alreadyinside. I didn't see Vicki inside, so I waited out front for her. Shesoon showed up, and greeted me with a quick kiss on the cheek as she ledme inside, her smile radiant. I wanted to stop and rub the warm spotwhere she kissed me, but I didn't have time. Vicki was dressed in ablack gothic dress, short flared skirt over black nylons and whatappeared to be ruby slippers, topped by a ruffled vest with a lacycravat. "Mister Taylor?" asked a voice, saving me from the sharp, painfulinevitability. Despite never being called Mister Taylor I dutifullyanswered, "Yes?" I opened my eyes, it was the saliva guy. "Can you come with us?" he asked in a way that didn't sound like aquestion at all. It was then I realized that saliva guy wasn't alone,with him was another man, holding the handle of a stretcher. "OK," Iagreed to join saliva guy and medical stretcher guy. I would havefollowed Satan himself if it meant a.