Instead, he gave his best friend a fist bump. Just like every day.Consistency. Couldn't be helped.It was late when Sean returned home. As always he wa... dropped off byJames. He knew Sean wanted a driving license. He wondered how long hecould put it off. After dinner, he did his homework and then some workaround the house. The last thing he did was write in his Journal. Ingreat detail, he wrote down every significant event of the day. Beforeclosing, he judged about how many blank pages were left.. ---Sarah CarerraBy Megan Campbell(Released: July 18, 2011)Chapter 45 - Bad News"I'm sorry," I whispered to Paul's parents. Tears streaked down my cheeksat his reaction. I knew that he felt betrayed. I would too if I was inthe same situation. But there was no way I could have told him earlier. Ididn't even want him to know now!"What did you do?" his mom asked. The accusing tone in her voice didn'thelp my feelings, and I sniffed back a few more tears."Please make sure he's okay," I told her,. She could feel her nipplesstiffening. "Oh God..." she whispered. This was going to be the night.Jan caught sight of herself in the mirror, lit by the flame of the candle. Notquite yet a woman, the teen was still 'petite' (although it was almost true thatshe was becoming statuesque). She liked her curves, accentuated now by thefeeble light, and she liked her shoulder length hair. It was soft, brunette andjust shoulder length.She stared at the flame as if transfixed. It was time. The girl. This was the situation for Charles Addison, head of the detection branch of the Rehome Security Services. As such, he was one of Mrs Diane Kempe's deputies. He had a recognised police qualification from Earth, and a qualification in forensic studies to back it up.The lady in the affair was Betty Farjeon, currently a waitress in the village store in a new settlement on Rehome. A brunette girl 160 cm in height, in her early twenties; slim-waisted with prominent breasts, blue eyes and a small.