Target Cara

At the last possible moment before losing sight of Amy, you target her and find yourself looking at the locker room, as the door closes. Your last sight of the room was of Jean, the girl whose body you had just occupied, looking dazed, and reaching up to her forhead as the girl next to her reached out to steady her.

You leave the locker room area and head out the front door of the athletic center. You look around carefully, to see if anyone shows any indication of following you. You don't see anyone suspicious, but you jump when you hear a brief honk of a horn. You look in the direction of the noise and see a car, driven by a black college student, who certainly looks like he could be a football player. He waves at you through the open window, and you decide this must be your ride. You go to the passenger side, and get in.

"Are you excited?" he asks. "I think I earned my prize -- and maybe a little more, after all those points."

You look at him. He is about 22 years old, musular and athetic. His dark skin stands in stark contrast to his white t-shirt, which fits tightly around his biceps and chest, showing off his musculature very nicely.

"I am sure am excited," you say, hoping that's what Cara would say. "And I noticed that you scored the most."

"Not as much as I'm going to score this weekend," he says, grinning, and grabbing your knee. "I've really been looking forward to having you all to myself. I've got everything we need in the trunk -- food, beer, music.... We won't have to leave the cabin at all."

You begin to grow nervous. It's a 90-minute drive to the cabin, and you realize you know nothing about this guy, and you know nothing about Cara. What do you talk about, where it's not going to be obvious that you're faking?

Just then, a phone in your pocket dings. TC looks at it and frowns. "That isn't Warren, is it? He was asking me whether you were seeing me, and I told him it was none of his business."

You look at the phone, grateful that it unlocks with fingerprint recognition. You see a text from someone named Warren. It says, "When can I see you again?"

TC looks at you. "Is it Warren?"

"Yes," you say, "but don't worry.... He's not going to bother us."

You quickly scan through the text messages between Cara and Warren and realize that Cara seems to have been playing him for some time. You can't tell what she's after, but it's pretty apparent that she is stringing him along. You respond back to him and say, "I'll see you on Monday" and hope that will be sufficient.

You then look at the other text messages on Cara's phone. You see quite a few from TC, planning this weekend. It is pretty obvious that he wants Cara and hasn't sealed the deal -- at least not fully. You also see text messages from Kurt -- someone you assume to be Cara's brother.

TC takes the phone out of your hands and throws it in the back seat. "For the next couple of days, I don't want there to be anyone other than us. Trust me... I'm man enough to keep you fully occupied."

TC smiles broadly, and you take another good look at him. It certainly seems like truth in advertising.

He looks at you and says, "Are you ok? You look tired. Look, it's still another hour until we get there. Why don't you put your seat back and get some sleep. I'll wake you when we get to the cabin."

You think that's a good idea. That will keep you from having to make conversation, and it will give you time to think. You push back your seat and close your eyes for just a minute, only to find yourself immediately sliding into dreamland.

When you wake up, the car is just pulling in front of an old, rustic cabin. The place is quite secluded. If you were looking for a remote place, this is it. You wish that you had stayed awake at least enough to know where you are and how to get out of here, but that nap did help. You feel must more rested and alert.

TC jumps out of the car and says, "Here it is!" He pops the trunk open and begins to fill his arms with bags of supplies. As he bends over into the trunk to reach something in the back, you can't help but admire his well defined legs and ass. In fact, you're really tempted to reach out and grab it right now, but you really ought to look around and figure out where you are first.