What she wanted to do was go to someplace safe.“Should we call the police?” asked the boy who had stopped Batiste from raping her.“How are we go...ng to be able to explain this?” said Mindy. “He did something to me.” She saw the baton lying on the floor a few feet away, and went to pick it up. “With this,” she said. “Hypnosis, maybe. I don’t know. But I don’t have proof. No one will believe me.”“I believe you,” whispered Bobby. “I followed you. I could tell something was wrong. I believe. When I was eleven years old, my mother, sister and I separated from mygrandmother and moved to a new house in another neighborhood. That was asignificant moment in my life, not because of the move but because of theconsequences it had and the things it allowed me to experience.In order to support us my mother had to work all day and that meant that,being in a new school and neighborhood, my sister and I spent most of ourafternoons alone at home. It was really hard for me to make new friends,as. I did and I have just told Jake that I grok that. Jake smiles and says something to the effect that I now understand we are all living in a world of misperception. Ok, yes, I do get that, but how does that make anything better? And anyway, where are all these weird books coming from? I mean ever since Jake found that first weird book in the Philippines it seems like he is reliving a past life. It feels like cultural anthropology to me and Jake is the subject!Finding time to sit, one on one,. Pete had wanted more pussy before he'd fall asleep that night but he figured tomorrow was another day and he didn't want to burn Samantha out by fucking her too much too soon.A couple of nights later, Pete and Samantha were able to be alone again but this time they picked his double-sized bed in his bedroom rather than the larger one in her room. Pete had something in mind for Samantha to try with him and he hoped she was going to prove open to differerent sexual suggestions and idea he might.