As she moved about the cabinshe began straightening things. Putting books back on shelves, washingthe dishes. Tying up the trash she set it beside the...door, afraid hemight wake up while she was taking it out and think she was trying to runaway like a naughty little Girl.Opening the pantry door for a new trash bag she saw them. the backpacksof other little girls. She started to pull hers out and then decided topeek inside the others. The pictures in the first one scared her as shelooked at them. But making pickups on the subway... that was a whole different ballgame.One last, desperate chance. Ron fished a red felt-tip marker, then a dollar bill out of his pocket. He quickly scribbled "Cyrano" on it. The dollar was grimy and creased, but the writing was legible. As an afterthought, he added, "You're special. I know why. Want to know more?" He thought of including his e-mail address or phone number, but no, that might be pushing things. Gotta play this fish just right. If he had hooked. " What's going on here?" asked Bob as he came though the front door. "Jerry said something about an emergency. Is Sally OK?" Bob, sit down!" commanded Paul. "Someone has kidnapped Sally." Sally? Why? What for? How do you know?" Everyone, get to work!" As everyone ran to his or her assigned jobs, Paul continued, "Buttermilk returned to the barn this morning without Sally. Jerry called me, and we went out to look for them. We found TJ shot in the chest. Apparently, TC gave her his lucky silver. She gave out a big sound. She was squirting. I lay beside her. We both were catching our breath. After a while, Yashika rolled over and kissed me in my lips and said I love you.I know now she is under my control. We were French kissing.Me: Do you love me or do you wanna fuck me?Yashika: Both. Now tell me, do you like me?Me: Of course I like you.Yashika: Then be my lover in bed.Me: Of course darling, but you should promise me.Yashika: Anything for you.Me: You should never tell about my secret to.