Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and hottest girl in high school, had managed to shed her male entourage by the time she reached her home. All were off on useful pursuits. Well, useful to Sarah. A smile to Steve and he was off doing her research for her history paper due next Monday. A wink at Bobby and he was picking up her dry cleaning for her. A few soft words to Zach and he was going to work on her car tomorrow; he was off getting the parts now. When you were blond and beautiful, boys were so easy to manipulate.
Just as she entered her house (which was almost a small mansion, thanks to her rich parents), her cell phone went off. She grabbed the pink-colored phone from her pocket and answered it.
"Hello?"
