Mitch and Parker have been friends for awhile now, but Parker has never mentioned anything about wild parties that he and his dad host on a regular basis. Parker does not seem like the party type to Mitch. When Parker asks Mitch to come over for one of their parties, promising a night he will never forget, he agrees to it. When he arrives at the huge mansion that is the Parker estate, however, he wonders why he is the only guest to arrive, at least so far. The events of the night are shocking enough, but there is one regular guest of the Parker parties who Mitch would never have guessed to be a part of something like this. Excerpt: Arriving right on time, Mitch was greeted at the mansion in the hills by Parker as well as his father, Parker, Sr. Mitch shook the elder Parker’s hand as he walked inside. “Am I early? Where is everyone?” Parker looked at his father. “They come later, Mitch. We like to show all of our guests the individual attention they deserve.” ******** Mitch slowly walked over and sat next to his friend. He acts like nothing at all happened. Mitch couldn’t believe it. He was talking to his friend when the elder Parker sat down beside him, so close to him that he was pushed a little closer to his friend. “Here you go,” the elder Parker said, with a cheery lilt in his voice. Mitch took the drink, but the two Parkers did not move from where they were seated so close to him. “We are so happy that you have decided to stay awhile, Mitch. It’s puzzling, but some of our guests leave after a very short time here.” Mitch just stared at the older man. I wonder why, he wanted to say. ******** “This is fun, Mitch,” Parker exclaimed, in the same childlike manner, and Mitch choked back a laugh. The two Parkers let go of Mitch and quickly stripped out of their clothes. Mitch looked back at the doors and seriously thought about making a run for it. “The doors are locked, Mitch.” Parker laughed so hard at the thought of one-upping his friend that he snorted. “Come over here, Mitch, to our pool.” Mitch left his laughing and snorting friend and joined the elder Parker in the pool. It felt good, and Parker, Sr. pushed a button to turn on the waves. “Watch out, Mitch,” he yelled.