Don’s car was parked in front, but he wasn’t sitting in it. She found him standing in the parking lot, signing autographs for a group of professionally dressed ladies who were probably in their late thirties. Chancey waved hello to him while she put her backpack in his car, and leaned against the front of it. She was used to this routine and knew all too well that his fans weren’t interested in meeting her. They were too concerned with absorbing as much attention from him as they possibly could within the time he was kind enough to share with them. He said good-bye to the ladies and walked over to Chancey, put his arms around her, and gave her a wet kiss. “You ready?” he asked. “So, where are we going? “That’s for me to know and you to find out. But first I need to blindfold you.” “You’re joking, right?” she questioned. “No, really.” He pulled a gold bandanna out of his pocket and dangled it in front of her. “I’ve already paid my dues as a pledge. I know you’re not trying to haze me too,”
