There were shelves and hangers for my clothingand the door locked. So I followed her orders and when done locked thedoor and slipped the elastic the k...ey was tied to around my wrist.Jean was waiting for me and as we walked down the hall talked about whatwould occur over the next few hours. Then she stopped and looked at me. "You really do look alright you know. I don't think I would have knownif I weren't looking. Your hair's all wrong for you but we can take careof that. I don't think anybody. I love my dad. It’s where my personal strength and love of firearms come from. My mother Fatima Dawit is a Somali national who moved to Eritrea while fleeing persecution in her old homeland and converted to Christianity after finally moving to a land where religious freedom is the law. My mother told me a lot of things about her old life in Somaliland. The brutal things that Somali men did to Somali women in the name of Islamist patriarchal domination. And Somali women simply went along with. Inside she was trembling and she was still horridly embarrassed but for some reason her small act of defiance by refusing to try and shield herself was incredibly horny. The people staring at her weren’t staring because they thought she was some nervous naive girl who had got herself into a spot of trouble, they were looking at her as a slave girl, God how horny was that!Just then Mr Chambers strode back to her and taking her hand he snapped,?Come on, we've got what we wanted, she's going to. Theyʼre going to forward a photo and fingerprints ASAP.”“Well, Dave said he would begin the autopsy immediately so we should have some more answers in a few hours.”“Why donʼt I check with Leroy Murkins down at the Shady Rest, see if any strangers might have checked in,” suggested Nikki.“Good thinking and while youʼre at it, check with Ben down at the campground, see if any recent campers or RVers have stood out.”“On my way, Sheriff,” said the excited deputy.When Nikki had pulled away in the.