"If he was on medication and hasn't been here in a week, maybe we should look at this as a crime scene," I suggested.I watched the officer carefully t...o be sure he didn't find the kid's cell phone. They didn't find it. "It doesn't look good," I suggested."No ma'am it doesn't," the patrolman said."The missing cell phone and the missing pictures are contradictory." I told Wilson, when I called him. "If they were laying a false trail the cell phone should be here as well as the photos. If he was. Consider ita gift," he told me before walking away, as if he was hiding form someone."Thanks," I suspiciously responded, though I knew he couldn't hear me.Redirecting my way back to my original destination, I walked past a groupof rather attractive girls. Once I was far away from them, I heard themburst with laughter. The day couldn't be over soon enough.The last seconds ticked off the clock, and when the bell rang, I felt likeleaving this place and never coming back. Not that I didn't have. Knowing also that her chosen road permitted no u-turns. A fact she had found a little scary. That part of her still obdurate in it’s attachment to normality horrified; wanting nothing more than to turn away from the scene she had worked so hard to contrive and return again to the metaphysical haven of personal imagination. The hermetically sealed world of private desire. She recalled reading that fear of the irrevocable was the only true definition of sanity. She also recalled finding that. . now my slut is even prettier... I make you resume sucking my cock, while I sit in my chair. I tell you to stand and walk to the mirror. I show you what a tramp you are. I make you look at your pathetic self, standing in the mirror, wearing a thong, a collar with your name on it and make you say what a pretty girl you are as you feel the lipstick on your lips. I tell you to get on your knees in front of the mirror, then I lie down on the floor in front of you and make you watch yourself suck.