Hall of Infinite Doors
"Yeah, it may be faster to call," you agree.
Sonya sighs and picks up her cell phone. She dials information and then the police. Meanwhile she directs on onto a freeway going north.
You look at the clock. You must have overslept. It's already past two. She stays on the phone with the local campus police for almost a half hour. All the while you're driving north. She doesn't sound excessively worried on the phone, though there is clearly tension in her voice.
As you talk, you get a better look at her. It looks like she dressed in a hurry. She has on a dark orange button up sweater with large boobs that were probably the result of a plastic surgeon (unlike Jenny's behind you). The sweater has a loose weave but not so loose that it is unseemly for a girl her age. Complimenting her sweater is a navy blue jean skirt that extends almost to the knee. Both her hair and makeup are immaculate. Her black hair is just beyond shoulder length and was done in waves--probably within a couple weeks. The expensive rings on her fingers indicate that, while she is not taken, she clearly is beyond your financial reach.
Finally she hangs up.
Jenny immediately speaks: "Where are we going?"
Sonya sighs. "Where is the one place you would go?"
"Home?" asks Jenny.
"Home," says Sonya, knowingly. "I hope you don't mind . . ."
"Anything," gushes Jenny. "I don't know what I'd do without sweet Anne."
"I guess I have my books," notes Ashley with professiorial detachment.
Sonya sighs and picks up her cell phone. She dials information and then the police. Meanwhile she directs on onto a freeway going north.
You look at the clock. You must have overslept. It's already past two. She stays on the phone with the local campus police for almost a half hour. All the while you're driving north. She doesn't sound excessively worried on the phone, though there is clearly tension in her voice.
As you talk, you get a better look at her. It looks like she dressed in a hurry. She has on a dark orange button up sweater with large boobs that were probably the result of a plastic surgeon (unlike Jenny's behind you). The sweater has a loose weave but not so loose that it is unseemly for a girl her age. Complimenting her sweater is a navy blue jean skirt that extends almost to the knee. Both her hair and makeup are immaculate. Her black hair is just beyond shoulder length and was done in waves--probably within a couple weeks. The expensive rings on her fingers indicate that, while she is not taken, she clearly is beyond your financial reach.
Finally she hangs up.
Jenny immediately speaks: "Where are we going?"
Sonya sighs. "Where is the one place you would go?"
"Home?" asks Jenny.
"Home," says Sonya, knowingly. "I hope you don't mind . . ."
"Anything," gushes Jenny. "I don't know what I'd do without sweet Anne."
"I guess I have my books," notes Ashley with professiorial detachment.