We have a small apartment on Fellows Street," she answered with a little smile of her own, the young man's warmth and good looks giving her a pleasant... uplift. She wondered if he was married."Really? I live on Fellows too, number 1322," he said. "What's your address?" 1315. We've only been here a week." Well, we're neighbors! I'm almost directly across the way from you!" Mark Cannon informed, inwardly weighing what might be a stroke of luck. Beyond that, she had a very pleasing voice, young and. Having butterflies in his stomach was the least of his problems. They'd all decided to start a mosh pit in there, or at least that's what it felt like to the boy.The previous evening he'd spent a good hour in the shower, scrubbing grass stains off his knees and invisible dirt off his skin. He'd felt awful once the afterglow had passed, leaving him cold and confused and feeling violated. His parents hadn't missed the dullness of him, asked him how his day at college had been. Those questions he. " He opened the door for her and she got in.She tossed her satchel into the back seat and sat in the car. He got in the driver's side, popped a tape into the stereo, and drove off to the sound of Cass Carnaby Five playing their hit single, Dangerous Game.Traffic was light as he drove cross streets and got on Route 78 to the Pulaski Skyway through Jersey City. Then he got on the Garden State Parkway and headed north."How far is your house from here?" she asked."We're almost to the danger zone,". The glass of the mirror shattered and Gabrielle fell in a heap on top of it. Before either girl could move there were two loud heavy set of feet running down the hall way. First to appear in the door way was Zoe’s father. He stared in awe of the sight before him. Second to arrive was Victoria, Zoe’s step mom, who upon seeing her baby girl lying on top of the broken vanity mirror let out a shriek of terror and horror. She shoved her husband aside and ran to her daughter. ‘Zoe, what did you.