It had been five minutes since Mrs. Holt left, but that felt like a lifetime ago. I was in Mr. Holt's bedroom impatiently waiting for him to come upstairs. I looked at myself in the mirror and examined what I saw. Long blonde hair, eye shadow that accented my blue eyes, blush that brought out my cheekbones, and red lipstick that made my lips look pouty. My black lace camisole and black leather skirt clung to my body, and...