.odd...to say theleast. It was with that thought that John realized that with him here andhis wife gardening outside, no one had checked up on Lena. W...hile she wasa well-behaved kid, she was still a kid. They got up to things no matterwhat. John put aside the sandwich stuff as he walked towards herplayroom.As he peered in, as expected, there was a mess...or well bigger thenusual. Beyond the scattered toys, books, and various other things in thecenter of the wood-paneled room was a massive fort,. " Ladies and gentleman of the jury," Jonah began, "when this trial opened I told you it was about the life and death of a remarkable young woman – Mary Beth Brockleman. The state has proven through the testimony of a witness with much to lose and nothing to gain that the defendant was the last person to see Mary Beth alive. You have heard testimony from another unassailable witness that the defendant was enamored by Mary Beth since their teenage years."We have proven though the testimony of a. This was the 1st signal for me that she also liked me. I went to her and asked her, Shall we go for a walk..? She agreed for that immediately with a Smile on her face. We started walking and were introducing each other, exchanging many other personal matters. My only intention was to make her impressed with my words and gain her trust on me. Luckily that is a gift from birth to me. After some time, I noticed that she was enjoying my company and tried to hit 1more arrow. I asked her shall we go. A glimpse of translucent white nylon full slip was visible where her skirt was torn and where the front of her skirt had ridden up as she clutched herself to the muscular inmate who held her captive. A flimsy white nylon blouse peeked through her navy blue suit blazer designed to match her skirt.An observer would then notice her pretty feminine face. She wore pinkish hued eye shadow, blended with light aqua to just under her eyebrows. Lashings of black eyeliner and mascara had been applied to.