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climbing the stairs, ignoring me. “Please! Damnit!” I blurted out angrily.
    Aunt Arlene turned around and glared at me.
    I was mortified by my outburst. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I just—” I couldn’t find the words. “I’m not the person you think I am.”
    “Sure you’re not,” she answered curtly and continued up the stairs.
    I was hurt and angry that she didn’t believe me and knew that I had to get out of there. But I also knew that if I left, I would regret it. You are not the girl she thinks you are , I tried to convince myself. I really didn’t know if I was or wasn’t but I knew that if I could just somehow manage to stay there, then I wouldn’t be. Don’t go out , I kept telling myself. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Sherry .
    I told myself that I was so angry at Arlene for not believing me that I needed to go out for some fresh air and some cigarettes. Right, Sherry. Fresh air and cigarettes, that makes perfect sense. Don’t do it! But I knew that I would, like I always did. Just this once , I told myself, this really is the last time .
    I quickly changed into tight jeans and a low-cut top while loathing myself for going out again. You are sick, Sherry. You’re crazy. This has to be the last time .
    I quickly drove into Sparta, wanting to get back to Arlene’s as soon as possible, hopefully, before she missed me. Also, I needed some sleep. I wanted to make a good impression on my first day working for Paul. I was afraid I didn’t have the skills to be a legal secretary as it was. I didn’t need to also be working on no sleep and hung over as well.
    I stopped at a convenience store and bought a pack of cigarettes. I sat in my car, chain-smoking until I saw a cute guy walking up to the counter armed with several six-packs of beer. As he headed out, I jumped out and rushed to open the door for him. I smiled sweetly, saying, “You look thirsty.”
    “I drew the short straw,” he replied. “Want to come to a party?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
    “You don’t like having fun?”
    I laughed. It seemed like another person laughing, not me, and the other person said, “Of course, I do.”
    “So follow me in your car, and if you don’t like it, you can leave. Okay?” He popped a beer and gave it to me.
    I hesitated. I was sure that he thought I was flirting, playing hard to get but I was truly hesitant. Of course, I shouldn’t go. But it was too late for that. If I didn’t go with him, it would only be with someone else. Just get it over with , I thought. “All right,” I said, swigging the beer.
    Before the end of the first block I had already finished the beer. He stopped several blocks away and we got out. It wasn’t hard to see where he was a headed, as a large white house on the corner was blasting out loud music and several people were hanging out on the front porch.
    As we walked toward the door, we passed a lanky drunk working on a young blonde with teased-up hair. He turned to us. “Connors, my boy. It looks like you picked up more than beer.” He grabbed my arm. “Hey, baby? You’re passing by the best thing at this party.”
    “Tex,” Connors said. “She’s with me.”
    We headed inside as Tex laughed, “Oh, yeah. I bet you’ve known each other for all of five minutes.”
    Inside, I was introduced to our host, a short guy with curly hair named Nick Rogers. He relieved us of our bounty but not before my new friend grabbed a six pack for us. We drank and danced for a few songs and then stopped to do a couple of shots. Finally, he introduced himself. “I’m Scott.”
    “Sherry,” I replied.
    “Sweet Sherry or dry Sherry?”
    “Why don’t you find out?”
    He gave me a long kiss and than said, “Sweet. Definitely sweet.”
    We did another shot and then he kissed me again. Scott suggested that we go upstairs so we could talk because the music was too loud to talk downstairs.
    We found an empty bedroom and went inside. It was dark