I don’t know how, or why, or what the hell he does it, but I would be on babysitting duty to take my sisters out during that time, and when I return... mom would be normal and her stride wouldn’t be so heavy anymore.That’s why I never interfere in other’s business. No one could know what they are going through… no one but them. That is also why I try not to be a burden by carrying my own weight, and also by pulling other’s weight.Unlike the rest of my family.Ugh… I wouldn’t quite say that I hated. I think this timeI'm going to have to wash my mom's clothes before putting them back inher closet. The shirt was wet with tears and smelled of the stadium. So Itook off the skirt and top and threw them on the floor. I ran back to mymom's closet and put back her heels and I put back her jewelry. I tookthe skirt and shirt back to my room and hide them at the bottom of mylaundry basket. I turned to go back to my mom's room when I caught myreflection in the mirror. Michael was right, I had to admit. Finally Janice returned."Officer Zachary? Sorry for the delay. No, the FBI has no formal involvement in this investigation of the missing children, including the most recent Lincoln Park disappearance. I would however be available to meet you at the park so that I could file a report of inquiry to send to my field office supervisor. Can I meet you there in about fifteen minutes?" That was cutting our safety time a little close, especially since the last thing we wanted was for our spies to. As I focused I saw that it was a female, late teens early twenties, long blond hair and she was only wearing panties. Her hand was deep in the panties. We made eye contact and her eyes went wide and I shot right into Jane's mouth. Jane wasn't really big on that, and she got pretty pissed off and left in a huff. I was very intrigued by the girl in the house. Who was she? Why was she here? How long has she been around? All of these things. I thought the best strategy was to just play it cool. I.