It was around eleven O'clock as I made my way home from my friends house, just a few door down from him.She lived in a terraced row of houses and knew... of him, well we both did, a widower in his fifties, his wife having passed away years before, had taken up flashing school girls for sexual release, and Britney had seen him as much as he had saw himself, like me she saw no point in informing the authorities, especially as his cock was the biggest our young eyes had ever seen.We were excited as. I then began to reason with her saying that I could take care of everything and I used my powers to help persuade her. She then told me to go and I opened the fence to get in the back yard and I saw a beautiful 8 year old girl standing there. She was a beautiful little girl with beautiful brunnete hair she had green eyes and she had the cutest freckles on her face. She was a tall slender little girl and she was so sexy I told her that I was a friend of her moms and that I was going to help. So why was she here? Why was she shivering on Andrea's doorstep (wearing only her gym clothes, freezing her butt off) at ten in the morning—a time when Jack was still snoring in bed and she should be at the gym?Because it was Thursday morning. Because of the last thing Andrea had said when she had walked out the door, that smug smile playing on her lips. "So, every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning is it?"Cassie hadn't thought too much of it at the time, (hell, her mind was barely. Where the hell these weird ass stray thoughts kept coming from was enough to drive me crazy. I only hoped to God that it was just because I was pregnant."Mister Warner is always in at this hour, Detective," he said haughtily, thankfully interrupting my train of thought. "But he's busy with dinner and can't be disturbed. Important guests, you see. Perhaps you should call back in a few hours."I sighed. It wasn't fair to have to use the easy way through him. I wanted to make him give up, and he.