He pulls the car over in front of one of those expensive, modern duplexes. Kisses me. “Be very good. If you’re naughty and they have to spank you,... I’ll be very disappointed.” My heart catches on the ‘they’. I know what ‘very disappointed’ means.He reaches across me, and opens the door. On autopilot, I kiss him again, a long, deep, good one, notice that he’s hard. With a deep breath, I climb out. Very carefully in the heels, I walk up the concrete drive. It’s not quite dark, and I wonder how. All the girls were still asleep.I got up, and went over to my computer. I signed online for the fun of it, kind of bored because no one would be awake at this hour.I was suddenly swept down memory lane. Luke was always the one person I could count on to be awake when I was. He had never gotten up past twelve thirty, just like me. It was kind of cute when we were going out, because we had the same sleeping patterns. I remembered once the day after a party, very similar to the one of the night. Country? Nope. Hip-Hop? No way. Electronic? Not in a million years. Finding nothing good on, and not wanting to fill my ears with the white noise of this generation, I shut off the radio. I'd rather get lost in my head, than listen to terrible music. Besides, I needed to find a way to construct a mega mall in a city that doesn't have the population, nor the budget for it. I fixed my eyes on the road ahead, and kept driving.I jolted upright as I woke back up. I must've fallen asleep. Not for. She had tried to get inside when the neighbor hadn’t answered… why didn’t the neighbor answer? She had to get back to the phone in the house. She circled around to the front and opened the door. It was unlocked. She crept silently through the sleeping house - her parents were gone away, out of the country. She picked up the kitchen phone, looked around, and punched in 9-1-1. He decided that she must have gone back to the house. He paced back to the house, nodded to the officers standing.