"They're upstairs," Jim said.

"Yes," Sherry said.

"Shouldn't we yell out or something?"

Sherry's heart was suddenly pounding and her mouth felt dry. Perhaps they should call out but she kept wondering what Ginger and her boyfriend were doing upstairs. Now she was sure that they were alone in the house and in the bedroom.

She knew exactly where Ginger's bedroom was and she knew that the voices were coming from there. It was a cardinal sin to let a boy into your bedroom. Ginger and Sherry had talked about it lots of times. A boy should not get a girl alone in any bedroom. It could lead to things.

"Shouldn't we call out?" Jim asked again.

"Let's surprise them," Sherry said.

She wondered if Jim was thinking the same thing she was. It would be wrong to sneak up the stairs, very wrong. Yet, she knew she was going to do it.

She took Jim's hand and they started up the stairs. For some reason Jim was reluctant and kept pulling back. Finally she turned and looked at him with frustration.

"What are you waiting on?"

"I don't think sneaking around is right."

"We're not sneaking around. Now come on!"

Sherry might not have been sneaking around but she kept her steps soft as she walked the rest of the way up the stairs. Jim reluctantly followed but his eyes were alight with a funny kind of excitement that Sherry felt too.

They didn't know what they were going to find at the top of the stairs but they were both looking forward to it. Sherry stopped at the landing and peered into Ginger's bedroom. It was empty!

"They must be in her mother's bedroom," Sherry said.

"What the hell are they doing in there?" Jim said.

"Let's find out," Sherry said.

Sherry knew they should call out but still didn't. Something was holding her back. They stopped at Ginger's mother's bedroom and looked inside. The door was partially open and they could see everything inside.