’ Ryan glared at her crutches. ‘No problem.’ ‘So, how’s Trout these days?’ Trout was Lara’s boyfriend, and Ryan could never figure out ...ow he’d come by his nickname. At least, she hoped it was a nickname. ‘He’s good.’ Lara sounded happy and Ryan smiled. Lara went on a little more, but Ryan let her mind wander and launched the app on her smartphone to start writing down a melody that had begun to coalesce in her mind. She was soon engrossed and it wasn’t until Lara shouted her name that she. ’) Before him stood the boy with the white streak. He placed his fish white hand on the girls shoulder and threw his head back to flip his hair from his eyes. Over his eye was a dent leading up into the hairline. Some might call it a Frankenstein crease. Button black eyes stared at him. (Grandpa telling him when he was a boy, ‘After a person has had a head injury, when they heal, their hair usually grows in white in that spot.’) A knife ripped from his stomach to his throat, he tried to vomit. "Yes. You should read them in the order that I sent them. It will all make sense that way," Mrs. Reynolds said. She looked around for a chair to sit on. When she didn't find one, she went over to the bed and sat down on it.Chief Calhoun went over the table and shook the notebooks one by one to get the letters to fall out. He took a minute to organize the letters in the order in which they had been sent. He opened the first envelope and removed the folded letter from it. He read the first few. Her other hand brushed up over her chest, stroking her thumb over her erect nipple. “You want to cum?’ he asked. “I can’t like this…not here…” she protested, glancing out to the hallway again. “But do you want to…?” he pressed her. “God, yes.” “Then do it…Whore.” Her eyes locked onto his at the word. “Whore.” He repeated He knew he had struck a chord with her. “Whore. Fucking whore. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?” She nodded. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.”.