I woke up with the sun grazing my face. "Where am I?" I thought. But then I remembered. Molly's house. This was one of her many summer sleepovers. There were always at least a dozen girls, never just a couple. Usually, her parents were out of town and we took over her house, sleeping wherever seemed comfortable. This time was no exception. I looked around the room. I was in her brother's room. His name's Connor. Apparentl...