When we arrived back at Megan's house she paused behind me to close and lock the door. I glanced back when I heard the thud of the dead bolt closing. "That's to keep people out, not you in."

She passed me and headed toward the kitchen and basement stairs. I felt my nerves stand on edge, a lump rose in my throat and my feet seemed to take root in her foyer. Sensing my hesitation Megan turned and took my hand. She lead me down the hall and part of me felt like I was being led to my impeding doom, and part of me felt I was going to the greatest moment of my life.

We reached the basement stairs and she stopped and turned to look at me. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty and I felt like I was quivering a little. She grabbed me by my elbows and looked right at me with the same smile she had been wearing all night long.

"Alright Jim, these are the rules. If I ask how you are, or what color you are, I want you to answer red yellow or green. Green means you are fine. Yel...

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