A security badge, of course. Some male employees wore theirs clipped to their waistbands, and although she was a solid six feet tall, the man she was ...backed up against was taller. One floor, two floors, three. Each filling the elevator a bit more, and now she was pressed so hard up against the man behind her that she could smell his cologne--cologne and some other, vaguely familiar scent. His shampoo, maybe, or perhaps his deodorant.It was around the sixteenth floor that she felt him shift. "Buddy" BUDDY," YOU ASSHOLE!"Chapter Seventeen: Best left aloneFrankie still fought against the lure of the vampyre life, but her resistance was waning. She still berated her lack of willpower when Lesley had initiated the threesome, not that Gina had complained. It was just that the real Gina would have complained, just as the real Frankie would have stopped the errant Lesley. Tears pooled in Frankie's eyes, they were quickly swept away, as must be any other telltale signs of free will.. . if I didn't do what I was told. Not only would my parents see them, but maybe my job, and more. I carefully read the instructions that followed, scared of each new step that was outlined, and scared of what would happen if I didn't follow every word. The next day, I took my backpack full of clothes and toys with me to the nearby park, as instructed. It was still morning, just after my parents had left for work, and the whole day was ahead of me for what I was to do. There were directions. It turned out that it was Frankie who came through my bathroom door to get me and, as I might have been just the teeniest bit overconfident, I said "You have on your PJs. Somebody forgot to tell you to get naked before you came to get me."Somebody also forgot to tell her she should be flattered when a hot guy says something like that to her.She folded her arms across her chest. "When pigs fly, asshole."Then she turned around and went back into the bathroom. She closed the door.It stayed closed.