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setting up the stereo system in the far left corner. By the size of the speakers, she realized that she would need to tolerate lots of decibels. How do they even get these things in the car?
    Tracy walked around for a few minutes and then went into the backyard, which was huge as well. There was a long wooden table in the left corner on which beer bottles were stacked and lots of bags of potato chip. A few guys danced without any music.
    She looked at the cloudy sky and wondered what her mother was doing. Probably worrying.
    “There you are!” She turned around after hearing the voice from behind. Dave ran his hands through his hair and smiled like Prince Charming. “I was looking for you in the living room. What are you doing here?”
    “Nothing. Just looking around.”
    “Come on; let’s go to that table.” He pointed to the small table in the far right corner. “I just brought Gatorade for you. Let’s see who finishes the bottle first!” He laughed as he lifted two bottles. She wanted to keep looking at his smile.
    “Gatorade drinking contest? That sounds lame!” She winked.
    “Okay then, how about a beer contest?”
    “Hell, no. I’ll take Gatorade!” She shook her head and laughed.
    “There you go. Let’s do it!”
    Dave gulped the entire bottle of Gatorade while Tracy finished only half. “Looks like you lost! Do you want to try again?”
    “I had some soda already. I feel full.”
    “Come on; don’t give up!” He winked, quickly walked to the table in the left corner, and brought two more Gatorade bottles. “Okay, let’s try these on the count of three!”
    She finished the bottle in two gulps. It didn’t taste like Gatorade.
    “Wow! You did it. Way to go!” he shouted behind a blurry white screen.
    She felt the burning sensation in her stomach. “I don’t feel very good. My stomach hurts.” She burped.
    “Oops, come on. I’ll take you to the washroom upstairs.” He grabbed her hand and led the way. The stairs were wobbly and slippery. She promised herself not to get into any more stupid drinking contests. What was I thinking?
    He turned right after reaching the second level and ushered her into the large bedroom. “This is my parents’ bedroom. Bathroom is in that corner. Take it easy. I’ll run downstairs and see if I can find any medicine in the kitchen.”
    She felt warm as she walked toward the bathroom door and then stopped. Her head hurt. She sat cross-legged on the king-size bed, which faced the window, and stared at the full moon. She caught a glimpse of a shadow near the bathroom door. She wanted to check it out, but her legs were numb. She placed a pillow on her lap and clutched it with both hands to soothe her trembling stomach. When she closed her eyes, she felt like she was floating in the air.

Chapter 11
    W hen Dave came back to the bedroom, Dima and Ray came along. “Check this out!” Dave threw his hands up and started making movements, which resembled a folk dance from the early fifteenth century. “She’s already crashed! Man, just two bottles! Man, just two!” He took his iPhone and checked the battery to make sure he had enough juice to take pictures—maybe a couple of videos.
    Dima locked the door. “Today is our lucky day, man. I never did an Asian chick!”
    “Her mother is Chinese. Father is Korean. It’s multicultural man!” Ray giggled.
    Dima and Ray dragged Tracy gently from the corner of the bed and placed her in the middle. Dima lay down on one side of her. Ray took the other side and removed her glasses. Both got ready to undress her.
    Dave looked at them and winked. “Guys, do your thing. You’re in a movie, folks!”
    Dima laughed like a hyena and showed his smoke-stained yellow teeth. He looked at Ray and said, “Since eighth grade, Dave has wanted to direct a porn movie. Can you believe that?”
    Ray didn’t reply. He looked confused and stared at the white wall adjacent to the bathroom door.
    Dave stopped smiling and followed Ray’s