My girly girlfriend Casey has this great big treehouse in this huge old oak tree in her back yard. She tells me her dad built it for her when she was like four years old, but it's big enough for a couple of teenagers to spend the night in. She has sleep-overs in it all the time. Her dad even ran a phone line out there so she could call them if she needed them. S eesh!
One Friday night in April, she told me to sneak out and come see her for a few minutes.
"Be there by eight! But if you're not there by 8:30, don't come at all!"
"Fine. I'll be there at eight," I replied, pretending to be annoyed. But I could never be mad at her, and she knew it. She was just too beautiful. She could melt me with a smile.
At around 7:55, I was scaling the back wall of her property. Her parents are rich, an
