I have plotted your movement, your schedule. I know when you are home, when you are school, when you work, I know what you had for lunch today. Your r...oommate just left for the weekend, right on time. You are alone for the weekend, just like last weekend, and the one before.Sitting in my car I check my equipment one more time, while I rehearse everything in my mind. The coil of rope around my waist, two 18 inch pieces of duct tape stuck to my shirt, and a small flat blade pocket knife. I am. Her hair was down now, though she often had it up in a pony tail.“Who’s the father?” I asked, eager to find out who I was going to have to kill.“I can’t tell you,” she said. She looked scared again.“Can’t ... or won’t?” I didn’t want to even think about the possibility that she didn’t know, but it was one of the options and couldn’t be ignored.She dithered again and the tears were back. “Won’t ... I guess,” she said.“But you know,” I said. The inference that she might not know was clear.She. With a start, he reopened them when he felt a pressure forming along his back, head, buttocks and legs. His nervousness returned when he felt himself being moved into a lying position, his legs were bent at the knees and spread apart. Again he looked around, seeing no one. The touches and kisses resumed and Tyler sighed as he welcomed back his unseen 'friends'.The sigh turned into a startled gasp when he felt the 'hands' that were on his inner thighs move inward, one lifted his testicles with. “Rosita left you an omelet,” Lynn waved at a covered pan on the stove.I retrieved the omelet, poured myself a coffee, and pushed onto a stool two down from Lynn’s near the rounded end of the granite counter. As I ate, I noticed that Lynn drank hers black like me but my attention soon wandered to my sister’s body which I had strained so intensely to see last night. She was wearing a simple pale orange dress with a daring neckline that narrowed as it wrapped around her neck but billowed loosely.