<div class="floatright">(http://www.drsnysvet.cz/wp-content/gallery/sexymix590-ja/16.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Dominique Chase</span></em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=197301.msg9609940#msg9609940)</span><br/><br/>A yellow Karmann Ghia (http://car-from-uk.com/ebay/carphotos/full/ebay81567.jpg) pulled up outside the house. Dominique Chase stepped out and looked at the spaciosu manor before her. It seemed quite lovely. Dominique herself was looking very chic in her black cocktail dress. It really wasn't "sleepover" attire but she felt she was too old for slumber parties. Still, it would have been rude to turn down an invitation, especially from such a shy girl like Jazz. Dominique felt like it was her responsibility to help the more socially awkward.<br/><br/>Glancing at her watch, Dominique figured other girls would have arrived already. That was fine with her, she insisted on always being fashionably late. Arrive too early and the host might not be ready. She headed toward the house with a bottle of Merlot in hand. Dominique knew the invitation said no alcohol but she tended to ignore the Draconian laws of overprotective parents. Her own parents allowed Dominique her freedom and she flourished into a confident young woman.<br/><br/>As she rang the doorbell, Dominique wondered how well she would know the other girls at the party. She didn't have much in the way of close friends. Many of her peers treated their brief four years of high school as some magical part in their lives but for Dominique this time was a mere prelude for what she would become.