"The woman was now standing just before Calyndi, her eyes seeming to well with tears, her lips quivering."You may find parts of me ... unusual ... but... that doesn't matter ... that doesn't make me untrustworthy..."With that comment, Calyndi pushed a bit harder into the woman's mind – after all, convincing her to ignore the large black wings that sprouted from Calyndi's back would otherwise represent quite a challenge.Once she was sure that that last command had lodged deep within the woman's. ”“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to put that on the wood.”“No, no, it’s okay. Can I ask you a few questions?” Mr. Keller asked.“Yes, sir. Anything.”“You’ve been working a lot of closing shifts lately, haven’t you?”“Yes, sir.”“Did you happen to see anything odd with the handling of the nightly receipts?”“No, sir. Like what?”“There’s an issue between the register sales and the deposits. We’re missing over two thousand dollars. Do you know anything about this?” Mr. Keller asked.“No, sir. I never. When Ben and I were trying for a baby, I didn’t always have the men that fucked me wear a condom. I knew the risks involved with our open marriage lifestyle.”“Do you know who the father is?’ Karen wondered.“Yes I do,” she replied, eyes looking at her fidgety fingers.“Does the man know about Jessica being his?” she added.“He’s about to find out. Dad, Jessica is ... your daughter!”Dan was so dumbfounded, a feather could have knocked him off his feet. “What?!” he and Karen asked again in. He had walked around his car and was fast approaching my door as I got out to face him. "What the fuck were you doing!" he screamed. "You nearly hit me full on." "I'm really sorry," I replied, "It was all my fault, I'm sorry." "For fuck's sake that could have been one hell of an accident." "Look, I said I'm sorry. We avoided each other, no-one was hurt and everyone's fine. I am really sorry..." "But what the fuck were you doing that you couldn't see me?" His questioning just continued. He never.