As the evening progressed I lost sight of him. When a whole hour had passed and he still hadn’t resurfaced I assumed he had left and I fled to my be...droom to sulk.There I was, lying on the bed and pondering the cruelty of life for denying me my most burning wish on my special day when I heard a gentle knock at my door, followed by that voice. His voice.‘Liz, it’s Father Moss. May I come in?’I scrambled into an upright position and invited him in, trying my best to act older than my age but. No one in town or even in the conference could remember when, if ever, one of the schools had allowed a sophomore to quarterback the varsity team. When it was announced, it made big news, and the attendance, which had been on the lighter side for the first games, swelled to near capacity for his first night behind the varsity center. After passing for four touchdowns and scrambling for two others, there wasn't much doubt in anyone's mind that the coach had made the right call. The final two. Rachelle's fingers were still busy in every hole she could find, and she had already come four times. Exhausted, but still frustrated and hot, Rachelle decided she would stop at six. Number five was so strong that it was hard to keep quiet. Rachelle was too late to stop a moan of ecstasy that escaped from her throat. She froze. Krysta froze. She approached the window, and Rachelle ducked once more. Holding her breath, she waited for the light in the bathroom to turn off before daring another. When Dasha tried to reply, her voice came out in a harsh, painful whisper. She hadnt spoken a work since Karl had kidnapped her. About a month I think, she choked out. Have you tried to escape? Morgan asked. Dasha nodded. Theres no way. Morgan stared at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. Okay, well then tell me about yourself. Dasha sighed. My name is Dasha, Im sixteen. I was a nationally ranked figure skater. I was supposed to compete in junior states to qualify for the Olympics. Karl.