All of a sudden I was reminded of her, my mother, thirteen years ago when I was a teenager, and the reasons for which I had fled my parents house and ...why had I not wanted to see her for so many years. Would history repeat again?My heart broke in my chest like a fragile crystal vase.Arriving to the ranch she got down the car, always silent, and did enter the house, I put the car in the carport and entered the house not knowing which would be my role from now on. Soon it was made clear to. I nuzzle into the hair on your chest and rain soft kisses there. My lips find a nipple and I flick my tongue over it. You make a sound of enjoyment and I continue across your belly, trailing my tongue ever downward. I kneel in front of you and unbutton your pants, sliding my fingers in the waistband. I pull gently and the zipper slides down slowly. I nuzzle against the soft fabric beneath as I feel your hands in my hair. I reach with both hands and pull everything down slowly, watching in the. ”“Burt, what’s your take on this?”He ran his hand over his chin, his graying whiskers making a loud sound like crackling newspaper. “Jack, I think Sid is right. I think she knows something. Or if not Cam, then one of them knows and they are all in danger until we can figure it out.”“Cam, are you willing to spend some time with these folks?”“If you say it is okay, Jacques, then yes. But what if it is not me? What if it is Amelia, or Rosa or even little Estrellita? How long will they interrogate. . Yeah. That's right. Was a blood sample taken at the scene? ... What? ... It was typed at the hospital? ... Why would they do that? ... Huh. Makes sense."The other thing I need," he continued, "is the blood type from the May killing where the victim disappeared ... You remember that one? ... What was unusual? ... Okay, thanks." Mike hung up the phone.A few minutes later, Mike hung up the phone, again, after having called the hospital and gotten the results from their typing of the missing.