"Dammit, where is she?" Gene said in a low voice. You were supposed to be home at 10. It's 4am now. You were always a night owl, and you LOVED to party with your friends. Pretty soon, you came home, unlocking the door, stepping inside, and shutting the door quietly. Your dress was dirty, and the straps had fallen off your shoulders. Then you heard him. "And where were you at, baby? You're home awfully late."