All the during the set I noticed an Indian girl prowling through the crowd, sipping her drink and dancing by herself. She was petit, appealingly plump... with skin the color of burnt sienna, with big dark eyes, and long black hair that was pulled into a pony tail in the back but cut into a band just above her eyes. I figured she was eyeballing one of other guys but when I saw her smiling at me I felt my heart pond a little quicker. We had been playing for nearly an hour and a half when a little. Through his light-colored jeans Josie could make out a straining erection. Ice-cream caked all around her mouth, she grinned. Devilishly made her terminate the Skype call. No sooner had she wiped her mouth and popped on a ti-shirt, than the phone rang. He didn’t greet her, but Harry paused just long enough for Josie to be sure who was calling.“You’re wicked.”“Thank you.” Josie purred.“Wanna come over now?”“No.”And Josie hung up.She laughed at the receiver, did a little run around her apartment. “Right now all you want to do is blame yourself for something you have no responsibility for, and you know it. You won’t let go out of some sort of misplaced need to assign blame for indulging your need to pit a label on what was a wonderful night spent enjoying the company of a close friend.” She easily capitulated so we could get dressed, have breakfast, and go amaze the University Regents. The car with our bodyguards was waiting when we exited the elevators and we were in the testing room. "Hello." it was Ms. Porter."Hi, Ms. Porter, this is Camille. Have you heard from Kenny lately?" No, did you two have a fight?" So it seemed that everyone did remember Kenny."Umm, he left Saturday night." I couldn't have said Friday night because it wouldn't make any sense for me to be calling her two days later. "I haven't seen him since. He said that he was going out for a walk and when I woke up, he wasn't here."Oh no, you have to contact the police. What if something happened to him?" Ms..