At least, I think he does. Maybe we'd better call the hospitals, Pete. What do you think?" Tell you what," he said to reassure her. "I'll call the hos...pitals and then call you back. Okay?" Okay, Pete."They both hung up at the same time, and Pete called several hospitals, all there were in the city, but no one named Mark Alexander or Mary Braden had been involved in any accident. He called Cindy back immediately and told her this. He could hear her breathing a sigh of relief."I don't care for. He got on his knees between her spread thighs. This allowed him to fondle and suck her breasts with minimal other-body contact. He insisted she resist trying to masturbate while he sucked, and when he did so himself, after the session, he did it in private. Ronnie took care of the seven o’clock session, and they both got up to feed Jeffrey at midnight. They got him back in bed and, because they were legitimately tired, lay down together on Ronnie’s bed so Ronnie could take care of Alex’s. Every task I gave him was done correctly. I liked him. I told him he was doing a great job. He beamed with happiness.That all seemed to change when I returned home early from a trip. When I walked into my house, a girl ran. Oliver had brought a girl to my house while I was away! I was furious! I went looking for him. When I entered his room, I found Oliver cringing behind the bed. He had removed the dress he had been wearing but that just exposed his tiny bra and bikini panties. The. And rape? Well, apparently that was just a darker side of life. Ariel was going to be sick.She stumbled out of the kitchen. She didn’t want to throw up where the Browns were making the evening meal. She bent at the waist, her knees struggling to hold her. But nothing would come up. Apparently, the game was not that realistic, or at least not how she had it configured. She fell to the ground. She was cold.What had she done? She hadn’t known. But she could have asked. There was no way she could.