I woke my boyfriend and clung to him while weeping hysterically. I still can’t remember the policeman’s name or face, but small memory-glimpses fr...om the interrogation haunts me. I remember that at one point he started talking a lot. Like really blah blah blah, as if he was trying to tell me something. With my ears open and my mouth shut, I sat and stared at him trying to make sense of his words. It was impossible. After a while, I interrupted him and said it, as it is, that I am schizotypal and. Teller (Roger, his name might’ve been) had been on the PTA with her a few years ago. They hadn’t been friends, but had been friendly enough. He was taking his garbage to the curb when he saw her, a predatory (definitely unfriendly) grin crossing his face. “Why Susan, I always suspected. What, are you making the rounds through the neighborhood? I suppose I’d be remiss if I didn’t also get my turn.” He wasted no time pushing her to her knees, gripping her head in both hands, her hair wrapped. She suddenly came out and sat in the rear seat and asked me to go, I was upset conservative dress she wore and she chose the back seat. We left her hostel it was 6 am and the highway was deserted and foggy, my gf asked me if I was upset I said no. I was very upset as did not have any surprise.After 10 mins she hung her bra in front of my face, I was shocked and turned back Preethi was sitting with smile and shyness. I asked her to come sit in the front seat, she sat next to me I admired her. ’ ‘You can move from that spot you know. You are my guest, not some bum off the street.’ He smiled at her. Lillian stood up and slowly made her way to the kitchen. She leaned against the door and watched him. ‘Either you haven’t heard a word I’ve said, or you’re trying to tell me something.’ He grinned at her. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked cautiously. ‘You’ve been… unbuttoned all day.’ He motioned towards her. She looked down at the front of her dress. She had worn a purple dress with buttons.