Jo Ellis got out of the yellow cab and leafed through her purse for some notes. They were crimped and crinkled but the bearded man in the taxi accepted them gladly, giving the olive skinned 19 year old a wink. Smiling a sickly sweet and innocent smile, the youth fought back the deep wave of nausea threatening to rise in the pit of her stomach. The whole journey the dodgy old coot had been eying her up and Jojo had to sit with her legs crossed, arranging her flowing knee-length skirt so that no inch of her thighs were exposed. Giving the cab driver a wave, Jo gladly turned away to look around. It was quiet and very still, but through the heavy night air the tanned lass could just make out a sign for 'the lodge'. The Lodge. It sounded like a nice enough place. Long shanks took the belle up the pathway to the door, rapping against it's cool wooden surface with her knuckles.