She looked older than the picture. "It could have been her, but this looks like a younger version."Davis nodded. "Yes, this was her two years ago. Her...name is Sandra Flores, and currently she's the latest addition to the list of those who have disappeared over the last two years. I'm guessing that you may have witnessed her last moments before disappearing."I handed the picture back. "You have to understand something, Agent. I didn't even know about the kidnappings when I arrived. I thought I. When you get to uni, men turn into sex fiends and the girls who have not left their c***dhood sweethearts at home Are happy to become victim to their inexperienced humpings. If I went and did it all again, I would probably still be one of those gals, as it makes a damn good story.One thing in particular that I remember, is that many of my bad experiences stemmed from a fancy dress party of some description. There was once a man in a crocodile costume, another dressed as a Greek god (that should. Judging by the bulge in his trousers, he was either hung like a horse or he had a hard-on, and he made it obvious which it was by putting a hand over it when he saw you look. The two of you actually smiled at each other, and once you were on the pavement and the bus was pulling away you gave him a little wave. You began to enjoy to Show-off! Walking home you came by a pub, feeling hot and thirsty you went in. The pub was almost empty, you ordered a dry sherry and sat down at a table in the. Curtis chastising her for her behavior. So she simply used it to rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Her body felt dead to her touch, as if every drop of sensuality had been poured into that letter. When Mr. Curtis had gently ripped her soul to shreds over that letter. Trying not to feel sorry for herself, she wrapped up in a fluffy towel and grabbed the newspaper. Scanning the want ads depressed her more, as she ate a lonely meal for one. At least tomorrow was Friday, she’d have all weekend to.