She slowly shook her head. “I never made contact. Why would I. What was the point?”She was right of course, just as she had been right at the time...about there being no recriminations, because the slut would just go down as a ‘missing adult’ who had chosen to start a new life somewhere else and had no intention of being found.I felt sorry for them though, her ma and pa, and family. They had not just lost a daughter but they had no closure either. Maybe someday I would …No, of course I wouldn’t.. “Where do you want him?” Michelle heard her father growl, his hands on her mother's head as he slowly pistoned his hips into her mother’s mouth. Breaking from her sucking for a moment she moaned, “here… Right here in the hallway like the slut I am… Not sneaking around in the bedroom like we have had to.” Michelle was a little confused at her mother's words, but the confusion was soon cleared up as Chico bounded into view. There was no confusion with Chico, as he clearly knew what was expected. He tried to go to sleep but all he saw was Lucy on stage. The mixture of the lights and the music put him sensory overload. And then the white flash of anger surrounded him again. He wanted to do more then punch that guy in the gut. But it happened so quickly. Patrick looked at the clock for the 100th time since he got home. It was now 1:30 in the morning. He walked out into the kitchen, flipping on the light. His throat was dry so he poured himself a glass of water. There was a sound in the. " "Lucky you." "Yeah, well. What can I say? I'm a lucky guy. So, how was the family stuff?" "It sucked." Ryan didn't try to downplay it. "Ouch. Sounds like someone needs some sushi." She had to give a small laugh at that. "Maybe. Or there's always macaroni and cheese." It occurred to her that she hadn't eaten much of anything since breakfast and had only snacked at the party. "Ryan, don't say that. I can't be distracted worrying about you like that." "You worry about me?" She was surprised. "I.