I ditched my goody bag on the other side of the garage where I could get it but it wouldn't be discovered by her parents. As usual, they said good nig...ht, Mrs. O'Brien kissed MP and touched my cheek. They left and we were alone. I waited a few minutes and retrieved my bag."I'm ready," MP told me."Actually, according to my mom, you're not, unless you want to make a really big mess which will make your parents really fucking angry. First, I need to give you an enema. My mom says it isn't necessary. She had medium-length brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes were green, and she had long eyelashes. Her badge said that her name was Officer Taylor. "Good evening, officer," I replied, smiling. "Do you know how fast you were driving back there?" she asked. "To be totally honest, I am not sure, but I don't think I was going too fast," I replied. "You were doing thirty-five in a twenty-five zone," she stated, "that's ten over the speed limit." "Wow. I didn't realize that I was going so. She had jet-black hair and lights eyes and very pretty just like her daughter. Misty’s mom was very friendly and they talked about what he did and how they met and that sort of thing. As they did, Misty’s dad came into the room. He was a black man and stood about 6’3” 250 with graying hair and brown eyes. He wasn’t quiet as friendly as her mom but greeted him and shook his hand. He seemed to listen but didn’t say much. Dinner was very good and afterwards Misty took her dad into the kitchen. "Megan tried to pull away, but got her arm bruised more severely for her trouble, and a few minutes later, she was being pushed into Ms. McDermott's agency supplied car. Ten minutes later, she was sitting in a drab and much disorganized office at Child Protective Services."... yes, that's right. Unless someone takes a firm hand now, she will become completely incorrigible. I have some paperwork to complete, but I can have her there by 11, ok? Fine." Charlene McDermott hung up the phone and gave.
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