Maybe it's best to leave some stories as "untitled".  This way, I can go in any direction I want and not be limited to one or two specific things.  Imagine if this story...what you're about to read below...were to really take place.

One fine and pleasant afternoon...temperatures around 70*F, low humidity, partly cloudy skies, and a nice gentle breeze blowing...I am walking through a park with a girl friend.  She's not a romantic girlfriend.  She's just a friend who is a girl.  In this story, I'll call her Alexis.  She's about 5'8" tall, middle-of-the-back brown hair, average build, pretty face, and green eyes with cute glasses on.  Picture Jan Brady from the classic TV show "The Brady Bunch" (in the season when she wears glasses), except with brown hair instead of "hair of gold".  Now that the descriptions are out of the way, let's continue with the story itself.

As Alexis and I walk through the park, we notice a commotion up ahead.

Me:  Now what?

It's a crowd of all guys, most of them teenage guys, crowding something we can't see from our view.

Me:  Let's break this up, Alexis.

Alexis:  All right.

So, we walk up to the crowd of guys and try to push our way through.

Me:  All right, break it up.  What's going on here?

Guy #1:  Look.

We turn to look and Alexis gasps while I just sigh, knowingly.  It's a nude teenage girl sitting alone at the park bench.  The guys see her as a sex object.  Alexis sees her as a victim of abuse.  What do I see her as?

Me:  All right, you've had your show.  Now, break it up and leave her alone.

Guy #2:  Party pooper.

Me:  I'll let that slide if you leave immediately.

Guy #1:  And, if we don't?

Me:  I'll call the police on you.

The guys groan and swear revenge on me later.  But, they do leave for now.

Me:  Come on, let's go, Alexis.

Alexis:  Shouldn't we see if she needs help, David?

Me:  I know you're right, Alexis.  But, I just told those guys to leave her alone.  Therefore, I should do no less, right?

Alexis:  She's definitely a victim of abuse, David.  We really should help her.

Me:  Okay.

We sit down on either side of the girl.

Me:  Are you okay, miss?

Alexis:  More importantly, who's done this to you?

Girl:  I don't want to talk about it.

Me:  We're here to help you, miss.

Alexis:  What's your name?

Girl:  Michelle.

Alexis:  I'm Alexis.

Me:  And, I'm David.

Alexis:  We'll track down whoever did this to you, Michelle.

Me:  We will?

Alexis:  Yes, we will.

Michelle:  You won't find the person you're looking for because I haven't been abused.

Me:  Then, how did you end up like this?

Michelle:  You really want to know?

Alexis:  Yes.

Michelle:  All right, follow me.

Alexis:  Where are we going?

Michelle:  I'll explain on the way.  Come on.

So, Michelle leads Alexis and me out of the park while she explains what happened to her.  Then, she leads us across the street and down a block.  At the end of the road, we come to a very old shack.  I mean, really old...and abandoned.

Alexis:  This is where you live?

Michelle:  For 18 months now.

Alexis:  How in Heaven's name did you survive in this place?

Michelle:  I know, really.

Alexis:  What the heck do you eat here?

Me:  More importantly, HOW can you eat here?  This place is making my stomach queasy.

Michelle:  Since you put it that way, David, you're much happier not knowing what I eat here.

Me:  Can we get out of here?  I feel sick to my stomach right now.

Alexis:  I agree.  This place does put out a very horrible odor.

Michelle:  With my parents dead and no where for me to go, I had to come here.

So, we leave the shack and I put in my mouth a stick of gum to help settle my queasy stomach.  I offer some to Alexis and Michelle, but only Alexis accepts it.

Michelle:  Where are we going?

Me:  Anywhere but that shack.  That place should be condemned.

Michelle:  I think it was before I moved in.

Let me describe the shack and you'll understand why we are so repulsed by it.  It's black, burned out, full of mold, dusty, dirty, and has a stench so bad that no living creature (much less a human being) COULD live in this place.

End of Part 1