Amy Halston sat on the brick border of the fountain in front of Claymont School for girls. A prep school for the wealthy elite. She was not extremely attractive but a slender and athletic eighteen-year-old. She was wearing black jeans with ripped knees. A Cat Power tee-shirt. An assortment of turquoise rings and bracelets completed her look.
She sensed someone stop beside her. She looked up. "Miss Taylor." She said when she saw her favorite teacher. Fifth period, European History.
"You look very absorbed in thought." Sarah Taylor said. "Mind if I sit?"
"Of course not." Amy smiled at the slim attractive thirty something woman.
After a few minutes of random conversation, Sarah said. "Mind if I ask you something?"
"No" Amy said. "Not at all."
"Well." Sarah started. "Please stop me if this makes you uncomfortable." She hesitated.
"If this is about all the stories of me on Twitter." Amy said. She looked at Sarah then she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "They're all true and I really don't care so fuck it."
She didn't shock Sarah. She just smiled. And then she removed a piece of paper from her pocket. "Good to know." She handed the paper to Amy. "If you're interested." Sarah stood and walked away toward the History building.
Amy looked at the paper. "Sarah Taylor, 2886 Greenbrier Ct. Apt, 218." "Wow." Amy smiled.
It was Saturday night when Amy pressed the doorbell buzzer at Sarah's apartment. Sarah was more than a little surprised when she opened the door to see Amy standing there. After a few seconds. Amy said. "Bad timing I'm guessing?"
"No, not at all. I thought we might have talked first but now that you're here. Like you say, fuck it. Come in." Sarah stepped back, and Amy came inside, Sarah closed the door. She pointed toward the living room and the two went in. It was near ten at night and Sarah was wearing white cotton pajama bottoms decorated with small blue elephants. She also wore a white sleeveless top. She sat in a large, upholstered chair and crossed one leg under herself. Amy settled on the sofa.
