Chapter Four
WE ARRIVED AT Rumors, a club in Iowa City about twenty minutes later. The music was loud and the dance-floor, which was the size of a football field, was packed. By the time we found our friends, Monica, Tiffany, and Amber, they were already tipsy.
“Where’ve you been?” asked Monica, who was a year older than us. “We were getting worried.”
“We stopped off at Griffin’s,” said Krystal, sliding in next to her. “Tank had to give me his birthday gift.”
“What was that? A frosted c**k?” said Tiffany, who was a nympho, like Krystal. “Did you blow out his candle?”
“No, I waxed it pretty good, though,” she said, giggling.
Tiffany laughed. “You go, girl!”
“And lucky me. I got to hear the whole thing,” I said dryly. “The walls in that dump are pretty thin.”
“At least you were able
