Jen laid back on the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and the tears began to fall. Why was his mom being like this? Why did she hate her? I betcha she ...knows we've slept together, she thought. Fuck! Now she hates me, she thought, crying into her pillow. She's not going to let Ryan see me anymore. She panicked at the idea.Still crying, she got into the shower. He might still come over, she reasoned. She had to talk to him. What would he do? Would his mom convince him that she was a slut? No, he'd. I ... don't know ... well," she smiled, "I don't know if I'd know if you were dangerous or trying to take advantage of me or something."Fred smiled, stroking his chin."You know, you're right. For all you know we could be some evil satanic cult trying to lure you in for fiendish reasons!" Rachel laughed."Yes! Maybe you want me for a virgin sacrifice!"Rachel's eyes suddenly went wide and she tensed up. Why had she said that. Her gaze whipped around to see if anyone had heard. Why had she said. You didn't notice it, but I followed you while you shopped. When I saw your son try to pawn the game, I had to take my chance. I needed to reconnect one more time with you." Nat! How could I forget about my son! I quickly ran over to peer through the glass into the room where he waited. Nat was flipping through a discarded video game magazine, unaware of what had transpired on the other side of the door. I turned back to Barry, desperately trying to regain control of my racing heart. I shyly. A few sets of coloured spotlights danced up and down the walls. The sign announced it was the Student Union building.I thought it might me interesting for me to have a look in; after all, I hadn't had a chance to go into one at any of my interviews.It wasn't what I'd expected. There were no grotty ripped seats, collapsed Goths in dark corners or tatty posters for pretentiously named bands. It looked as if they had run around Ikea with an unlimited budget. There were lots of sweeping curves,.