"Why, of course, officer." she said seductively,as she opened her bag and began searching. "Is there anything wrong,officer?" You were inside the hou...se over there?" questioned the officer."Yes." she replied."Was there a Crissy Wagner inside?" There was, when I arrived." she replied. "But she's gone now, andI don't think she'll be returning." She handed her ID to the officer."Was she expecting you?" she asked."You might say that." answered the officer. "I'm Officer Potter ofcampus security. . Then we were called in to sit on chairs, which are specifically designed for maximum back distress after ten minutes, to see a guy in a suit on stage with a big screen behind him. The walking in music was the usual "This Corporation Is Cool, Groovy, Bad, Down, or whatever clueless outdated word you want" which this time was some watered down Hip Hop as done by white guys from a Pennsylvania barbershop quartet.Bob Franzone was slick but good. He held the stage and had us laugh at his jokes.. I said “what about your mother. If she finds out I am a goner. I do not want to lose her”. She said “I will not tell her. Promise.” I said “but what will I get in return,” she said “what do you want?” I said, “anything I ask in future”. She promised.I went near her and kissed her. She immediately hugged me. We kissed for some time. Then I started pulling her t-shirt from her jeans. She stopped me and said “not her. In my room. I do not want to repeat my mother’s mistake”. We went to her room. I just couldn’t bear to see it go because it was the last tie to my parents. That fire, in all aspects, erased my entire life. It killed them and left a pile of ashes. We both knew that the car was worn out. It only survived because it was back in the shop again,’ Lynn said quietly. She sat quietly for a moment while sipping on her drink, then with a shake she sat back up. ‘Well, that is all water under the bridge,’ she continued on, ‘what’s done is done. Now, about me.’ Again she paused, then.