Amy answered first."That wasn't Megan," she said flatly."The DNA signature and voice print tracking says it was her cell phone and she was the one tal...king on it," I said reasonably."I don't care. That wasn't our Megan," Amy repeated. I always said she was a genius."Julie?" I asked. She knew her mother well."Amy's right. That wasn't Mom. If I find out when she gets back that she really said those things and meant them, I will personally kick her ass until she can't sit down and I will do. She can’t even meet me in the evening, I asked why she want to meet me, she said she want to give something to me as I was very special person to her, I said no it’s ok and said that I don’t want any gifts, I asked her “Instead of that I will ask you one thing can you do it? She said ask na! I told her that I want her to talk with me wholenight, she said “Ok done, anything for you”I said her thanks and told her to sleep she said ok and ended the call, the next day, I called my friends for party. I leave it all to you and happy to do so." Daphne got up and left with the same stern look she had when she entered, closing the door behind her.Linda looked at Lisa, who couldn't make up her mind whether to be ashamed or defiant. "So, Lisa, first I want to apologize that this is our first meeting. I have done a poor job of getting acquainted with our semester transfers. I am sorry." Seriously?" said Lisa, truly surprised at Linda's initial comment. "I have met one principal in 12 years of. Next, I went on squatting up and down the burning rubber dildo that now made me feel as if I was tearing the inside of my cum hole with a grater. So much it burnt! My squatted, stretched legs ached a lot too. Bitsy Miller was taping me again from the door. Then Olivia Taylor pulled her own phone from her jeans and spoke again:?Pull your ears apart wider! Fuck that cock deeper! And sing!??S –sing???Yes, sing!??I –I don’t now what to sing,? I wept in misery.?Jingle Bells. But say ‘fuck’ instead.