I knocked on the door, nervous, heart racing. This was my first time going over to her home. I met her at a bar a few months ago; she mentioned she was new to the area and was desperate for a girlfriend. I got her number, and now I was here at her doorstep, out in the countryside, seemingly isolated from civilization. Her home was small and centered in the middle of a thick wooded area with only a dirt road to drive on. S...