It was slightly too much power though, as he instantly dropped to the floor right there in the doorway.Idiot.Once I had gotten him off the floor and m...oved us inside, and with him now sitting in an actual chair, I cut straight to the point of my visit. I was impatient for this to be over with; the allure of Amara waiting for me upstairs, was pushing me to wrap this up quickly. It took a lot of discipline to slow myself down, and avoid making any hasty decisions.I looked into his mind, rather. My memory's a little foggy, so I only put what I remember.My cousin Kyle and I are fairly close. He is my age and I always looked forward to going down to my grandma's to see him whenever he and his family would visit. We did everything together during our visits and we still do to this day; video games, reading, etc. Kyle was a fairly handsome kid with black hair and wears glasses.When we were young, we would play a "game" in private since we were curious about each other's bodies. What. ‘No, I mean my real clothes’ I begged. ‘Oh sweetie, they’re not your real clothes. You’re clearly not a real man. My friend Megan was in the cubicle behind us, she agreed to take the clothes for me. If you’re a good girl then you might get them back later.’ She said authoratively. ‘What? Later? What do you mean?’ I asked confusedly. ‘Come on, honey, you and I are going to have a girly day out’ she said gleefully. ‘What?’ I asked again. ‘Oh sweetie, don’t be so innocent. I’ve read your blog.. .. Item Two: A clean motel room where I could sleep and eat for 24 hours... Item Three: Well, that would have to wait. I didn't know where Rambo was, but I knew where he would be and on what day.Rambo was correct about one thing. He had planned the perfect murder. He'd made the plan and carried it off like clockwork. He'd made a checklist on what to do to cover his tracks and he'd checked off every single item... Every item except one. The most important item to check off....Make sure the bitch.