I had kept my mouth shut about what had happened between Oliver and I. But, just because my mouth was shut, didn't mean my legs weren't when mum and dad finally went to sleep. I have been sneaking into Oliver's room at night every night for a week. We've been trying to keep quiet, but sometimes we get pretty loud. But, everytime we do get loud, no one says anything. So I doubt they heard us. That is, until tonight. . . I...

I awoke to the loud crash of thunder, then a bright flash of lightning. I jumped out of bed and snapped my bedroom light on. At the age of eighteen I shouldn't be scared of a little thunder. But I was. I slipped my robe on, tied the attached rope around my naked waist. I silently made my way down the hall to my step brother's room. I tapped on the door lightly, then entered his room silently. I crawled in bed with him, sh...

The clock hit 10-o'clock and the eighteen-year-old university student, Jenna Sykes, started packing her bag to end her shift at the studio. She was a young, aspiring artist who longed to see her work in the magazines. She wanted nothing more than to see people offering hundreads, or thousands––maybe even millions––of dollars just to have a piece of her art to themselves. She was a small girl; at a height of just five-foot...