He crawled on to his knees, checking the footlocker full of DVDs. "Suspenseful, suspenseful, suspenseful." He said to himself as he thumbed through ...he movies. He came across an old movie called Crash, with James Spader. He remembered it not only being suspenseful, but incredibly erotic. The film was one giant mind fuck, interrupted by twisted sex scenes. Kevin remembered buying it, but he was sure his mother had never seen it. "Hey, what's this Crash movie? Cover says psychological. "I have an excellent cook and a splendid butler and the garden is looking more lovely by the day under the hand of good old Fitch. Also, I have decided to give work to that filthy beggar girl. One has one's duty to the less fortunate, does one not, to give them a helping hand?"There was a murmur of approval from the assembled ladies."I hope you have got her out of those stinking rags and given her a good clean down" offered Miss Parradine, the Chief Librarian and County Archivist."Oh, yes!. She disappeared two nights ago. No sign of foul play but something doesn't quite smell right." The father," Chalky replied. "It's usually either the father or a friend of the family." I'm going to drop in on Dad later, but there's not much family living locally." I can ask around. Have you done the rounds?" I've been rattling a few cages but most of the local perverts have alibis that check out. We can do it electronically now as they all have to wear GPS bracelets." Thanks for putting a good. Instead of seeing how much I'm different from the man who went into that clinic, all she thinks about is that I'm not an exact duplicate of the Kenny she first fell in love with." I've noticed the changes as well, Kenny. You seem very different to me also. Joyce said you acted far differently than our Kenny would have, and that you seemed very insensitive to her." My Dad spoke in a slow, measured cadence to me. I wondered if he thought I'd become retarded in that clinic. It sounded very.