"Mr. Phelps Phelps clapped him on the back. "I wish I had your girl tonight. She's a beauty." Oh no you don't. Not tonight you don't."They laughed tog...ether as they walked one after the other through the open door. In a moment the door slammed shut and the space in front of it was once again in darkness.A few days later Mr. Phelps Phelps was making a speech. He stood in front of a small lectern in a large room in the Ritz Tower Hotel on Park Avenue. He wore a dark blue pin-stripe suit and a dark. ..Rope...Mexican Valium." He deduced byAmber's blank stare she didn't recognize any of the terms and stated, "Adate rape drug." Oh crap." She bit her lower lip, folded her arms under her chest andlooked down at the off-white carpet. "Uh, did I...or I mean...was Iuh..." Not that we know. You remember going into the club?" he asked andwaited until she nodded before he continued. "Do you remember leavingthe club?" Not really...I remember some bright lights and a car." Amber shook herhead,. I wasn’t really a nerd, just uneasy around people, and especially girls.One day, my parents informed me they had planned a holiday for them both to celebrate their anniversary. I was over the moon at the thought of them leaving me alone in the home to take care of myself.Unfortunately, that delight turned to disappointment as I was told I was ‘too young’ to take care of myself. My parents informed me they had got someone they know, a relation of a work colleague to come and house sit with me. Just below me in the hotel is a sports bar/disco that brings in big crowds of young people that like that crappy music that has only one beat no matter what song is being played by an equally crappy DJ. I cannot figure out how they can keep going back but I suppose it is the only place that they can go to get themselves laid. After all anyone stupid enough to dance all night long to the same beat had to be stupid enough to spread her legs for any dick that wants to park there.I do not have.