Cassie outlined her idea/plan Monday morning as we waited for the bus to arrive. Her dad and his girlfriend would be going out Saturday night and her brother was going to be going to his friend's house as well. So she was going to be home alone. She already called Stacy up to come over Saturday night for what Stacy was lead to believe was a sleepover. In reality, it was going to be a small party, the two of them and mysel...

It was springtime in 1995. I was sixteen years old and I had just gotten off the school bus that afternoon. I had been talking to Cassie on the ride home. Cassie was a year older than I, and an ex-girlfriend, and was also the one who punched my V-card shortly after Thanksgiving earlier that school year. We had long since broken up but still talked. I was dating a girl named Stacy who was the same age as Cassie, she rode a...