Cyndi Holly and Me
One of my really good friends is a girl named Holly. She’s a short girl, really pretty, with long dark hair. I had popped by Holly’s suite for the regular Thursday night party run. It was still pretty early, so I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to be there, but I was in the area so what the hell, right? When I tried the knob, the door was open, so I strode right in. There didn’t seem to be anyone home, even after I waited around for a good five minutes, so I picked...