When Cindy finally called at almost 11 p.m., I knew something was wrong. In the background I heard loud music and loud male voices. In short, a party of decidedly un-middle school characteristics.

“Dad, you’re gonna kill us, but we need your help. Angie and me snuck out from Tanya’s party when Mrs. Thomas wasn’t looking. We’re at a high school party. Can you please come get us?”

“A high school party? Are you both okay?”

“Well…they had some beer here, and they got us to try it. I had some – I know I’m not supposed to – and Angie had some too. Then she drank something they called ‘Jungle Juice’. I think it had some booze in it or something, ‘cause she started acting really drunk. That’s why I’m calling you, Dad. She just went into a bedroom with some high school guy!”

“Where are you? I’ll be right there!” ......(cont)