Something gleamed in the morning sun and he knelt, his heart stopping. There, on the ground, was a handful of coins. The tiny little gold coins that p...assed for money now. Scattered over a few square yards. He knew they were hers. She kept their money, usually in the front pocket of her jeans. She always had the money. And now, here it was. He knew this was not a good sign, but it was a sign. He knew for sure that something had gone wrong for her, something had gone horribly wrong. She had been. I’ve got long blonde hair and a firm, slim & toned figure with 36c tits and a neatly trimmed blonde bush. We both work in a hair salon, so are a couple of real girlie bimbos, always wearing lots of tarty make-up and nice sexy outfits that show off our hot bods. Shaz has been engaged to a guy for a couple of years now, but it doesn’t stop her enjoying a nice bit on the side when she feels like it – which is nearly every week. She’s not as bad as me though and is a little bit more fussy than I. On Friday, Jake and I were supposed to meet a bunch of our friends at the carnival. Jake's parents had been lulled into thinking that Jake and Jaimie were no longer meeting up, even though, as determined and sneaky kids will tend to do, they had managed to get together occasionally over the past several months. Jaimie was going to the carnival with Kayla and a bunch of their friends, too, so I fully expected to see them there, looking for Jake. It was a hot day, and the principal of our school,. The bathroom door was open and it was dark inside. She hadn’t needed to pee. She wasn’t in our room at all. I called to her, but no answer. I grabbed my robe from the back of her vanity’s chair and slipped out of the room and into the hall. I looked over the bannister and down the staircase. There was a light on in the kitchen; I could see its glow quite clearly, and I heard mumbling. She was in the kitchen. Someone was with her. I headed downstairs barefoot and still stiff from sleep.Nearing.