Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including recording, photocopying or any other information storage and retrieval system without prior, written permission of the Author. Prelude “Tell your mom that we’re studying here. If she calls, my sister will cover us.” Twisting in the mirror, to get a better view of her legs, sixteen-year-old Allison Wells looked critically at her reflection. The skirt was not short enough. No way would she make an impression in this thing. “I know what happened last time, Sandy, but she promised that she wouldn’t rat us out tonight. She owes me for last week, anyway, so we’ll be fine.” Taking the phone to her closet, Allison stripped away the offending skirt as she spoke. “I need to change, so why don’t I meet you there? Wait for me in the parking lot, we’ll walk in together.”
