“Who called 9-1-1?” he asked.“I did,” I said.“And who found her?”“I did,” my sister said.“Come out you two,” he said.I walked over...to Kara, hugged her, told her it would be OK, then followed my sister out the door. A female detective took her into the ‘Indian’ room and the male detective took me into my study.“You own the house, and you called 9-1-1?”“That’s right,” I said.“I need to pat you down. Do you have any weapons of any kind on you? Even a pocket knife?”“No,” I said.I held up my arms. ''Ready to go?'' ''Absolutely, I just have to slip out of some cloths, so I can take advantage of this sun. You don't mind do you?'' ''No, not at all.'' She smiled at me again, and kept watching me stare at her as she began to remove her cloths. She began by pulling her shirt up slowly, 'very slowly' I thought to myself, but I was enjoying it. Still moving slowly she pulled it over her head and off, dropping it onto one of the seats. I looked over her bared skin cheerfully. From the top of her. Gary! This must be his idea of a joke. She felt tears of rage well up inside her and spill over onto her face, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Or ever, for that matter. She knew that she lacked the will to confront Gary with this latest torment. Besides, what could she do about it? She doubted that the school authorities would have much sympathy for her plight.Feeling sick to her stomach, she got down to work, answering the questions as best she could. By the end of the exam,. I had used some of the lottery winnings to eliminate my debt, my mortgage was slightly less than the rent I’d been paying, with better tax benefits, and Ellie had an after-school job that gave her some extra spending money. My salary was enough to cover the bills, leaving the money in the trust to gather more interest.Even getting to ‘win’ like that wasn’t good enough for Rose, who suspected my evil plan to destroy her somehow included letting her off the hook for any child support. Her.