The company I work for is rather large and so were the parties. Everyone would always dress their best and the women brought out the sexy, slinky dres...ses from their closets. It was not unusual for co-workers to hook up and get a room on nights like these. There are so many hot women that work with me it is ridiculous, and yes I have slept with a few of them on more than one occasion. There is one girl in particular, who is quite young, invited me over to her house for drinks. Her name is Amy.. The two girls left with the guys they had been fooling around with at the club and the others told me they were tired or had things to do that day. To be honest, I was a little pissed off. I knew the guys would still be partying up at the cottage, and here all my best girlfriends were ready to abandon me at my own bachelorette party. I know I shouldn’t blame them, but none of this would ever have happened if they had just been more supportive of me, the way we used to be back in college. So I. Was it my fault that my shirt didn’t quite fit because my boobs had exploded since my Mum paid for it? Now though, being 18, I was different. I didn’t have a uniform anymore but I could dress just as teasingly - if not more so. Whereas the uniform had guidelines - sort of, at college you could wear what you liked. Well almost. When I dressed for college on that late spring morning, with the sun bleaching my curtains, I thought solely of Cory. We had a one on one session in the morning. It was. She stepped down from the doorway, her hands in the air as she turned her back to me, the only place she might have concealed something."Okay, I get the message," I said. "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" I'm Sally Baynes, Hurley's niece," she answered, lowering her hands. "I borrowed the key you gave Uncle Hurley."I tucked the gun back in its holster and stepped toward her. I'd seen her picture and Hurley's cabin and remembered her."Long Tall Sally, huh," I grinned. "I wondered.