She had always been a perfect young lady. She attended the local Catholic High School, where she never missed a day and was an A student. She was always a good girl; Her parents were proud.
Her route home from school each day led her past a pharmacy. Walking in, she made her usual purchase of Polaroid film. The cashier accepted her cash and put the receipt in the bag. He curiously watched her leave the store; her crisp plaid skirt bouncing behind her. He took a moment to wonder why such a beautiful school girl needed film everyday, but was quick to dismiss the question when another customer stepped up to his register.
Since she was perfect high school senior, and never gave her parents a moments worry, they never questioned her many after school activities. According to her parents, she was president of many clubs and societies that required her complete devotion. She also spent time after school in the local library completing her always perfect homework. In actuality she spent no time staying after school or at the library; she had developed other interests.
Walking several blocks past the pharmacy and turning down Oak Street, she approached a large Victorian style house on the right hand side of the street. Without a moments hesitation, she turned into the driveway and walked up to the front door. An observer might assume this was her home, but it was not.
As she approached the heavy wooden door, it swung open to receive her as if her arrival was expected.
She entered the darkened living room of the home on Oak Street and stood in the center of the room holding her books close to her chest. A voice asked her if she had made her purchase as requested. He asked this question of her every day, and her reply was always the same, "Yes sir," as she lifted the little white bag with the film for him to see. "That's a good little girl kitten, leave it on the table," She dropped the bag in the same place as she did yesterday and the day before.
