I don’t believe in omens, but this would be a good one in my book.Breakfast was my standing order: three slices of whole wheat toast, jam, a boiled ...egg, juice, half-cream milk, a slice of Emmenthal and what the kitchen called a German Bun. There would often also be something else, as they often had left-overs from banquets. You’d get some, like it or not. Could be some sort of tuna or chicken salad, some hummus, a bunch of grapes or a honey-yoghurt dessert. Today it was a small white cardboard. ’ She said as she looked him up and down, wearing a buttoned up pyjama shirt and marching pyjama pants. She said she had a change of clothes in her back pack and placed the bag between them. She unzipped it and pulled a rag covered in chloroform and knocked Eric the fuck out. She was ecstatic when he luckily fell forward onto the low table top and realized her plan worked! She quickly ran to the door and locked it. Returning to her bag she pulled out some rope and tied his wrists and legs to. Being eighteen meant I was an adult. I thought so. I wanted Cindy again. I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her. I had jerked off every night since our golden moment, always thinking of Cindy, and her ruby red lips, and her small, perky tits. And of course, that hairy pussy, with its curly brown pubes. Now it was Friday evening. I had decided that I needed to make a move. I needed to be bolder. When Dad got home I let him get settled down in the living room with his bottle of Pabst. I. Mokuba was the only other person in the room. He was a logical choice. He came in, saw Gozaburo killing me and took action to save my life. Accidentally pushed too hard. It would be hard for anyone to say what the sequence of events was unless there was a security camera in the office."Seto?"'thinking' I needed to be out of the hospital. Too many things needed to be done. 'In my room, lower left desk drawer, old address book has family, friends, etc. contact all.'"I'm sure they'll have heard by.