August 1984

It was eleven o'clock on Saturday night and I was totally exhausted. Normally this was early for me, but after working four pm to close last night at Vinnie's and pulling a ten to ten shift today I was completely wiped out. I'd even turned down an invitation to go down to JR's Fast lane with a couple of other girls and Jack, the thirty year old blonde bartender who'd been hitting on me like it was going out of style the last couple of weeks. There could definitely be a night in Jack's future, but it wasn't tonight.

There was no one home when I got there,...