At the time of this story I am 17 and B is 21 "I'm going downstairs for a couple of minutes," said Brandon. He gave me a meaningful look and I knew he wanted me to follow him. I sat in the flicker of the television with my brother and some friends, something inside me nervously twitched. After a few long minutes had passed I made some excuse and slipped out of the dark room to follow Brandon downstairs. "What took you so...