I put my backpack on and started for the trail back towards where I was parked, but only made it a few yards when I saw a blanket that had been discar...ded. I picked up the blanket and headed back towards the dumpster. The two girls had gotten out of their pickup truck and were walking towards the trailhead when I came out. We looked at each other and I tried to keep to the right so that I wouldn't walk straight towards them. When we got next to each other, one of the two women asked me which way. "But now I want to write my next one, and the one after, and more after that, and I'm afraid; not of you, but of me. Afraid of my desires. Afraid of wanting things I've never wanted, never wanted to want." She swallowed. "Afraid of what it means, afraid of what it will mean to us, do to us." She smiled weakly. "Afraid, maybe, of getting what I want."He kissed her then, not a passionate, sexy kiss, but a tender, loving one, and she felt the safety of his embrace, felt her fears escape her. She's far too young to be the girl's mother. Either that or she has one hell of a good cosmetic surgeon. Probably the latter, because the daughter has a striking resemblance to the mother.Patton tried to concentrate on what the teenage girls were talking so animatedly about as they argued, he supposed, over something on the screens of their laptops. Looks like a "business" lunch for them as well, he mused to himself. Then he realized that the school that he was told that Doctor Boswell taught. "Are school grades considered government property? Did I just tamper with government records?"The computer systems at Streamer High haven’t caught up with the state standards yet. Erik lived in a small town, with a small budget, and an even smaller pool of talent as far as technology was concerned. The computer system the school had in place was at least ten years old, and it didn’t follow modern security standards at all.Erik’s daydreams were turning into nightmares. Paranoia took ahold and.