Jen said it best. “Give me an old fashioned serial killer who does his victims in in a horrible manner over these guys anytime. I’d feel a lot cle...aner at the end of the day.”As Jen had told her mother, financially, we were comfortable. The returns from both documentaries netted us payments in the high six figures, and with residuals the money kept coming in. Jasmine had given the girls a parting gift for taking her in and hiding her while the scandal played out, half a million apiece in a. I drove home and got there about 3 pm. I saw Louise's Miata in the carpark and was surprised. I had thought Andy's flight got in at 4pm and expected she would be at the airprort. Must have been mistaken, I thought.I headed up in the elevator to the apartment and went in. There in the living room were Andy's suitcases. There was music playing on the sound system, the Stereo MC's connected. He must have got in early, I thought. But where were they? Her car was outside, but maybe they had called a. My legs could be seen when I walked, but my precious pussy was still hidden from view. And on top I had just a nice cleavage, but that was all.At the counter we asked for coke for both of us. The people around us were still looking at us, particularly at me. The guy behind the counter tried to look down my dress, but I think he didn’t see anything.After we had paid for our drinks, we walked back to our seats. When I had walked up the stairs, I had seen that a few guys had given me a look and. At least if she was dead, perhaps Master would be pleased.Saturday she went to the bank and withdrew nearly all the money in her account, and then went to the mall. She dumped her cell phone in a garbage can. Bought some jeans and a shirt, and then a light jacket. Changing into these clothes, Jeannette called a cab and waited for it. She told the driver airport. She was running, running away from the Feds, running to her Master.At the airport she went in departures, and walked to arrivals..