He indicated to number four to check the last office, while he went into the records room. A fast look around showed that all the drawers had an alpha...etic label on the front. None had names, none showed that they might hold anything particularly important.Number two started on the drawers marked with an ‘A’, there were at least eight of them, and a minute or so later number four started on the half dozen drawers labelled ‘H’. Either might hold details of Adnan’s whereabouts. He’d been arrested. I drove up to the house and shut the engine off. I sat there for a moment, reminding myself why I had to come here. I’m broken and Jeff wants me fixed. It’s this or the end of life as I know it. So, I did what I often do when confronted with a situation which makes me nervous or uncomfortable. I told myself that no matter who’s inside that house they can’t be any scarier than the nuns who terrified me all through school.I got out and rang the doorbell. The door was answered almost instantly by. "You're drunk Bryan, and I am not your girlfriend!" Trisha angrilyshouted at Bryan.Bryan stood there for a few seconds, looking directly at me with a grinon his face before turning back to Trisha. "You are my girlfriend. Orhow about I tell everyone here your friend's little secret?" He laughedand took a big swig of beer."Get stuffed Bryan!" Trisha shouted.This scene had attracted some attention in the club and a bouncer was onhis way to remove Bryan from the club. Noticing his time was short. I was a teary-eyed collection of skin, bones, and only a pouty pair of lips and budding breasts. I think that Luc had found some hot fantasy about fucking some quivering little nine-year-old in a virgin-white dress. My sister talked something over with Luc, and finally he seemed to agree to us coming in. "Bring her in here" Luc said as he walked over to what seemed to be a quiet den with a large red couch. My sister pulled up a small.