The experience was surreal. At the top another receptionist’s desk stood guard, this time in a more elaborately decorated hall. Again the hall was d...one in a minimalist decor and white walls on white furniture gave the impression of cleanliness along with a Zen like impression of order. In large silver letters, Jay’s name was spelled out over the wall behind reception. Like the desk downstairs this reception area was unmanned. At the back of the reception area a long corridor looked inviting –. No money, no means of calling anybody, and nobody to call anyway. She tried for a couple days to find the people she was meant to meet, and managed to get to the police. They almost laughed at her, and then shooed her out of the police station. Her only choice left was to beg. It didn’t work and a couple of days later, hungry and dirty, she decided she would prostitute herself to earn enough money to live and buy a trip to the nearest embassy, which was several hundred miles away. After a few. Molly nervously waved, and Holly said, “Daddy, you have to take care of Stormy. We’re going out.”“Excuse me?” I couldn’t quite believe this!“Daddy, we have to go out with Mom! We have to shop for dresses, for the prom! We told you that,” she pressed on.I looked over at Stormy, now sitting on the couch next to Paul, who was scratching her neck. “So? What does that have to do with the dog? Leave her upstairs!”“She didn’t want to stay. She gets lonely,” answered Molly.I stared at the pair for a. .. ?"What rule?" My mother innocently asked, right on cue."Well, you see, Donna," Jenny said, walking over to me, "we made a deal with Marilyn, at the start of the semester, that any time she was in the dorm, she would take all her clothes off as soon as she came in the door."Mom's startled eyes swung to me for verification. I was numb with horror, completely unable to move or talk.As if she had all the time in the world, Jenny reached down to unzip my skirt. I stood dumbstruck as it fell from.