While checking her phone, she saw she had an unread text message. She looked. It read: "Call 555-4321."Anxiously, she dialed the numbers. The phone di...dn't even ring before a soft male voice answered: "Glad you called, Cassandra." Who ... is this?" You can call me Dr. Smith for now. I'm a psychologist. Well, in the loosest sense. No psychological organization recognizes me after my many ethics violations. But my research in psychology is quite revolutionary." Did you do something to me?" Well,. I didn't hear it again. I must have dreamt it. My mouth was dry and I needed a cold glass of water. So I went upstairs to the kitchen. Once upstairs, I heard the screams again… they were coming from upstairs where my mom was supposedly sleeping. The screams and moans were more consistent now. Instantly I thought someone was fucking my mom! My penis became slightly erect. I didn't care anymore. I knew it was Ryan. A part of me wanted to see the action. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s. MAXBrazil? Who do I know in Brazil?(The music started behind me.)Dear Max,Rio is everything you said it was and more. Ulla and I think of you every chance we get. In the morning, when we have breakfast on our terrace, many different herrings. And in the evening, when we samba together in the moonlight. Sorry, must run. Ulla’s waiting, it’s almost eleven.Wish you were here, Leo!Just like Cain and AbelYou pulled a sneak attackI thought that we were brothersThen you stabbedme in the. We got there and they were all about lighting up some weed, I agreed and we went out back, Kelly found a bowl in her sister Bridgett’s room and we smoked on the porch, three bowls worth and were rather fucked up after, when we came in I decided I wanted a beer, Kelly and I both cracked open a can of Milwaukee’s Best Lite, (Nothing but the cheap stuff) and we looked to see what was on TV, about an hour or so later around 9:00 Kelly’s sister Bridgett came in the door, she was 24, and was.