Unless the police should happen to discover something startling, the press, even the local web pages, were not interested in taking up space with spec...lation.It was finally summer. No school until September, and my workday had few enough hours that I could take out Pamela during the week. She worked at her father's office but came home shortly after lunch, so we had nearly as many afternoons as during school. And no homework.Pamela insisted on reviewing the assigned summer reading. As focused. They parted as we entered, and we were ushered to the front row. The preacher was an old friend of the family, at one time our campers were side by side. It seemed like he preached the whole sermon straight to me.He talked about love, loss, and overcoming tragedy. He talked about God’s will, and how mortals would never understand it most of the time. Finally, he asked for a silent prayer for the souls of my family.I had been getting more and more agitated. Every face I saw triggered a memory,. I'm amazed how easy it hasbeen."They arrived in town close to the office block of International Traders.They were glad to see that there were quite a few other staff dressed up.Not every department was taking part, but a group of spacemen and vampiresmade a break from the usual staff uniforms and power suits usually ofdisplay. They both made to show their security passes to the guard but hewaved them through."How am I going to check anyone's identity today?" he said.There were normally 30 staff. .." Sonic began cautiously, eyeing the can. "What is that...?" It is bronzer, Miss Rouge. I've noticed your skin is unusually pale.Please, step forward so I can apply it."Sonic immediately attempted to back away, but was once again grabbed bythe machine and forced forward. M4 didn't waste any time and set aboutspraying the artificial tan over Sonic's arms, stomach, face, anywherethat wasn't covered in fur. And that included "his" breasts.Once finished and released, Sonic caught a glimpse of.