She was cute in her own way. I caught a glimpse of her across the pub, and we finally made eye contact. I knew how the night would end, but I didn't know whether it would be voluntary on her part. Her name was Eileen, and she was nineteen years old. She looked innocent. She was perfect for defiling. After a few beers and conversation about how I was going to change the world, she agreed that I could walk her home. Southern charm gets 'em every damn time. While she made a restroom stop just before we were ready...
