She was in trouble; she shouldn’t have accepted the drink handed to her by a stranger. She was sure that there had been something in the drink, because she felt funny. She needed help and fast before the drug took full effect. She shouldn’t have come to this party anyway. Stumbling through the crowded house she searched for a phone. It was getting harder to think. By the time she located a phone, she had a hard time remembering the number she needed to call. She couldn’t call Tom he was away on a movie shoot. Even though he was suppose to be in town watching over her. She would have to call her boy friend Colby; he would come get her.

Slowly she dialed the number struggling to remember his number. Finally the phone began to ring. She prayed she had called the right number. By now she could hardly stand up. A drowsy voice answered "Hello” She had trouble hearing over the noise. “Please I need help.” She pleaded into the phone. She couldn’t remember whom she had called.

“Mindy?” Colby asked glancing at the digital clock next to his bed; it was after two in the morning.
“Colby” Mindy said to the familiar voice. “What do you want?” She asked trying to think she was so confused.
“You called me?” Colby asked the hair on the back of his neck rising. Something was wrong.
“I did.” Mindy struggled to think. “I wanted to tell you I love you.” Mindy spilled into the phone.
“Have you been drinking?” Colby asked.
“I don’t…something’s wrong.. Can’t think.” Mindy replied her speech broken.
“Where are you?” Colby asked getting out of bed.
“Some guy gave me something to drink... I feel weird.” Mindy replied sinking to the floor. “I have to go. I love you” Mindy said so groggy she could barely keep her eyes open.
“Mindy!” Colby asked his voice rose in alarm. “Tell me where you are?” Mindy jerked awake at the sound of his voice.

“I’m at.” Mindy struggled to think. “In a house.”
“Who’s house?” Colby asked struggling to read her thoughts. He could usually read her thoughts easily unless her defenses were raised. Among other gifts Colby was physic. But he couldn’t get anything her thoughts were so hazy.
“I love you.” Mindy gushed into the phone. “I want you so much.”
“Mindy you need to think, whose house are you at?” Colby’s voice was sharp, his fear growing.
“You’re mad?” Mindy said her eyes tearing he sounded angry.
Colby was busy pulling on his pants. “I’m not mad; I just need you to tell me where you’re at?”
Mindy struggled to clear her vision, she couldn’t think. Looking down at the unfamiliar phone she struggled to her feet. Once up she handed the phone to some girl. “Here talk to this guy, I need to lie down.”
Hearing this Colby said “Mindy no wait!”
“Hello?” a strange woman’s voice asked.
“Can you tell me who’s throwing the party?” Colby asked.
“Jerry Starling” The girl replied.
“Thanks!” Colby said hanging up. He pulled his shoes on and grabbed his keys, heading for the garage. Dammit, he thought. What the hell was she doing at Starling’s party? She was only fiffteen years old; he was going to kill Starling! Mindy wasn’t into drugs or alcohol. Someone must have slipped something to her in a soda. She said something about some guy giving her a drink. Shit! Probably some kind of rape drug. It would take at least 20 minutes to get there; he prayed he would get there in time.

Meanwhile Mindy was stumbling around the house in a complete haze. She needed to lay down somewhere. Opening a door Mindy entered a dark room not realizing she had entered a closet. Closing the door she sank to the floor and curled up in a ball, unable to move. She closed her eyes.
Twenty minutes later, Colby came to a screeching halt outside of Starling’s house. There was a crowd of people spilling onto the front walk from the house. Colby had to push his way through the crowd and into the house, where it was wall to wall people. Colby scanned the crowd searching for Mindy. Colby had the advantage of his height. At 6”4 he was the tallest person in the room. He moved from room to room. Opening a door to a back room Colby discovered a group sex session. In fact everywhere he looked people were getting it on. That’s what happened at parties where drugs and booze flowed freely, he thought. Which is why he had told Mindy to stay away from Jerry Starling? Everyone knew he was a big player in the drug scene. Pushing his way through a crowed hall he tried every door. One sex display after another greeted him. Several people were getting it on in the hall, unwilling to wait for a room. No doubt Starling was in one of these rooms giving it to some poor girl. Word had, it he liked them young. Which explained how Mindy had been invited? If Starling had laid a hand on her he would kill him he thought! Opening yet another door he noted it was a closet. He started to close the door, but heard a soft whimper. Opening the door fully he found Mindy curled up on the floor in the back of the closet. “Mindy.” Colby asked giving her a shake. Mindy stirred awake to the feel of someone shaking her. Her vision was all messed up and she couldn’t seem to make herself move.

“Colby” she mumbled.
“Come on Mindy; let’s get you out of here. He started to reach out to lift her into his arms.
“I can’t move” she mumbled.
“I know.” He stated. He was familiar with the effects of rape drugs on the body as a medical student.
“Hey what the hell are you doing, she’s mine! I’ve been looking all over for her.”
A guy in his early twenties stated from behind Colby. Causing Colby to stiffen in anger. Getting to his feet he turned to face the guy in question.
“You responsible for the condition she’s in!” Colby asked grabbing the guy and slamming him back against the wall. Suddenly the hall was quiet as everyone stared.
“What condition? What the hell’s wrong with you?” The guy asked sweat breaking out on his brow. “It’s not my fault; she must have drunk too much. Hey you’re welcome to have at her, she won’t mind.” The guy replied, too stoned to comprehend the danger he was in. It was a dumb move as Colby knocked him cold with one powerful punch. Turning Colby reached down to get Mindy, who still couldn’t move. Turning to start back down the hall, people moved readily out of his way. He clearly wasn’t someone to mess with. Carrying her from the house, he places her in the back seat of his Ford explorer. Pulling his cell phone out he punched in a number and listened as it rang. “Hello.” A groggy voice answered. “Doug, I need your help. You need to meet me at my house.” Colby said walking around to the driver’s side door and opening the door. His brother had spent the night at his girlfriend’s house.

“Colby? It’s three a clock in the morning.” Replied Doug.
“I know it’s an emergency.” Colby replied pulling away from the curb.
“It better be!” Was Doug’s very terse reply.

Arriving home Colby lifted Mindy from the car. “What’s wrong with me?” Mindy mumbled aware of being carried.
“You were drugged.” Colby replied, opening the door to go inside. He carried her into the house. Colby’s house was a one level rancher. There was a large kitchen and living area. A master bedroom and two spare bedrooms. The house included a fully finished basement that housed his office and another non-regressed bedroom. The carpet throughout the house was a light shade of beige. The living room contained two large, cream colored, Italian leather sofas. And a large overstuffed chair with matching footstool, done in the same cream colored leather. The coffee table and end tables were made of wood. Two brass lamps added a touch of elegance to the room. A big screen TV dominated one wall, surrounded by a huge entertainment unit. The wall over the fireplace held a modern painting that was a mass of wild colors. It wasn’t his taste; his mother had decorated the entire house. His surroundings weren’t that important to him. But he knew that Mindy didn’t much care for the decor in his house. The master bedroom was large and dominated with a king size four postured bed. There were also several large dressers and a huge Armoire. All were done with rich cherry wood finishes. The bedspread and sheets were a deep wine color. Something else Mindy didn’t like, though she never said anything. The master

bath done in cream and sand tones was a different story. Mindy loved the huge bathroom. Which included duel sinks? A glass enclosed shower. Several large cupboards, and drawers, took up most of one wall. Large glass mirrors over the sink. And a large jetted tub, which he had allowed Mindy to use whenever she wanted. He had rarely used the tub, preferring showers. Along side the bathroom was a large walk in closet.

Carrying Mindy down the hall, he entered the master bedroom. It was like stepping into another world all together. Where every other room was done in modern decor, this room which he had allowed Mindy to decorate was done in southwestern decor. The four postured king size bed, was adorned with a southwestern quilt. Southwestern pottery of various shades adorned several dressers. There were prints of Indians and other southwestern art adorning the walls. It was all very tastefully done and brightened the room beautifully. Setting Mindy down on the bed, he removed her shoes, before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He brushed her hair away from her face. Her eyes were closed. She was a pretty girl, with blonde hair falling just below her shoulders. Her hair was thick and unruly. Her eyes were hazel in color, her nose small. Her lips were full, and her skin was beautiful. Not to light, and not too dark. She would never be considered beautiful in the classical sense. Her body was slender, with large breasts. Her favorite asset he knew. Her hips were too wide to suit her. She would never be able to drop below a size eight as a result. Her legs were slender. She was small in stature, standing at 5”2. She was perfect he thought, in every way. He had loved her from the moment they met