Kate entered the bathroom, closed and locked the door then switched on the light.  Red…she almost went cross-eyed.  Then she leaned her forehead against the door.<br/><br/><em>“Oh my God…Oh my God…Oh my God.”  </em>She whispered it three times fast as though casting a spell of protection.<br/><br/><em>“Did I just hear him say he wanted me to cook dinner?”  </em>Kate did not cook… anything…ever.<br/><br/>Her mother made a very good living and hired a full time cook who took care of the grocery shopping and the clean up after meals.  If Kate didn’t like what was on the menu any particular night she went out to eat.<br/><br/><em>“Fuck, fuck, FUCK...”  </em>Kate whispered as she paced the bathroom clenching and unclenching her fists.  As she marched back and forth in the space available, she checked to see if there might be some clean towels laid out for her to use.  There was a stack of light green bath towels on the top of a little cabinet which she hoped were clean.  She sniffed the top one.  Clean.  She was starting to hyperventilate so she stopped pacing and sat down on the toilet.  She was beginning to feel trapped.  She needed to think.  Catching her breath she unlaced her shoes, tugged them off and let them drop onto the thick area rug.<br/><br/><em>“Green and red…  Christmas...  Jesus!”  </em>She thought to herself as she took in more of the bathroom.<br/><br/>She peeked behind the shower curtain.  “Axe” body wash for men and a half used bar of “Irish Spring” plus a bottle of “Head and Shoulders” shampoo.  The bathroom smelled of ‘guy’.  Fortunately she brought her own bath products and plenty of make-up so she would be fine for a while.  Then it hit her…<br/><br/><em>“His bedroom is directly across from mine?  Oh GREAT…he’s going to bring some fat assed, drunk, smelly, white trash bitch home and bang her right across the hall from where I’ll be sleeping or doing homework?”  </em><br/><br/>Not that Kate did a lot of homework.  Learning came naturally to her when she made the effort.  She could ace a test the morning following an all-nighter with Jeff at the club and never once open a book before hand.<br/><br/>She looked at the ceiling then leaned her elbows on her knees and held her face in her hands.  She pulled her hair back tight along the scalp-line forcing her eyes to narrow.  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  Then she remembered…<br/><br/><em>“Oh fuck…oh fuck, what time is it?” </em>She thought as a wave of panic pulsed through her.  She checked her watch.  Five-thirty-five, PM.  She breathed a sigh of relief.  She wasn’t due at the club until Ten-thirty or eleven.  Still had plenty of time to shower, change, do her makeup and figure out how she was going to get to the club from this side of town.  She doubted if “Mr. Clean” out there would take her and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her use his car.  Public transportation was a joke, besides Goth kids used to get beat pretty bad if they took public transit alone.  At least that’s how it was before the “Twilight” movies came out.  Vamps were in now and most ‘civilians’ wouldn’t know the difference between a Goth and a Vamp if one walked up and bit them.  She chuckled at her own joke.  She would call a cab.  She had plenty of money and her mothers Chase card.  It was the last thing she lifted before she left for school that morning.  Besides, Grace had dozens.<br/><br/>She stood up.<em>“Okay…okay.  Get a grip girlfriend.  We need a plan.  Okay.  First…pee.”</em><br/><br/>She really did have to pee.  Lifting up her skirt she pulled down her black lace panties and sat down.  The layered skirt billowed out around her lap like a ballerina’s tutu.  She closed her eyes.  She loved how peeing felt sometimes.  Especially if she held it for a long time.  The bladder empting and the flow.  It was so…relaxing.  Finished she reached around to grab some toilet paper and found a blank wall.  Frowning she turned her head around from one side to the other.  There was no dispenser or rod.  Then she spotted a roll of toilet paper out of the corner of her eye…it was sitting on the back of the bowl.<br/><br/><em>“Christ.”  </em>She thought and shook her head.<br/><br/>Wiping herself she dropped the paper in the bowl, stood up, pulling her panties up in the same motion, and flushed.  She checked the shower and tub.  Clean enough.  Standing at the sink she checked her look in the mirror.  Perfect.  But she needed to change it slightly for tonight.  Jeff liked her a certain way and she always worked hard to please him.  She pulled a long strand of hair out to the side and tilted her head.  Cryptangel was right…she did look a little like Alice from “Twilight.”  If she cut it and washed out some of the black.  Hell even if she went back to blonde and spiked it some she would still turn heads.  She dropped the strand and shrugged.<br/><br/><em>“Maybe this summer.”</em><br/><br/>Picking up her shoes she opened the door and peered down the hall.  She imagined him still in her room sniffing around her leather bags like a bloodhound wondering what was in them.  She walked quietly down the hall and looked in.  No one.  Then she turned and saw him lying on his bed staring at the ceiling.  She smirked and began unpacking.<br/><br/>Opening one of the leather travel bags, she removed her cosmetic case and laid it on the bed.  She found her shampoo, body wash and a fresh razor.  Then she reverently lifted out the three hundred and fifty dollar layered, sleeveless, square neck, ankle length, black, corseted gown she had purchased with her mothers card last weekend and spread it out on the bed.  She stood back and smiled.  No doubt about it; “Dark Angel” was definitely going to kill tonight.<br/><br/>She was debating whether to wear a fresh pair of black lace panties, a thong or nothing at all when she felt his eyes on the back of her neck…<br/><br/><br/>