The Mob muscle -- one of the them did not survive the attack at the school -- got out as well to ensure the area was clear. Alyssa had called earlier ...o tell me that my replacement goon was waiting at the mansion. I followed once they gave me the all clear. Stepping out of the car, I stretched my legs and body, feeling every sore muscle. I turned around and handed Marissa out, like a gentleman."I have to tell you, Jason." Marissa looked at the ground. "My dad has Earth First leanings. He's not. Have you been having thoughts or urges to harm yourself?”“Do you mean, suicide?”“That, and others ... like, cutting yourself or binge drinking or taking drugs.”“Adam — I thought you knew me better than that.”“The Kara I used to know would never do any of that.”“I’m still the Kara you used to know. It’s just ... I feel like I’ve been under a dark cloud ever since ... A cloud that doesn’t want to lift.”“Have you considered counseling or therapy?”She rolled her eyes. “There is a counseling service. I had a provisional clean bill of health. But mom informed me in her best Dr. Mom impression, that if any problems showed up when the tests came back, we would be heading back, and in the meantime she was keeping a close eye on me, and I was to 'be good'. I smiled and nodded and said 'Yes Mom' at the appropriate places, and then headed off to Parkin's Sporting Goods while she went shopping.Of course Ginny had heard, through the miraculous Angel's Camp Gossip Wire - patent-pending, void where. In another corner is a desk and chair. Along the last wall runs a large wardrobe with mirrored doors, and in front of that, a sofa.In the middle of all this stands Mistress Zara. Magnificently tall in her black patent spike-heeled shoes and black seamed stockings, she wears a tight black shiny latex pencil skirt with a zip all the way up the front, and a white satin blouse. Her black hair is swept up into a high ponytail, her makeup is impeccable, and she exudes an air of authority.“So,” she.