The next week I called the number I was given and we agreed to meet at a coffee shop. She'd had her hair done and her skirt was shorter and her blous... was tighter. She was wearing high heeled pumps with patterned hose. I told her there'd be talk if I took her to my off campus apartment that was tenanted by lots of other students. Checking into a good hotel with me would make her uncomfortable. We'd go to a hot sheet motel. When we got to the room she immediately took off her blouse and. I start, “I think we found you a new job. From now on, you are in charge of her safety and making sure the wrong people don’t discover that she is alive.”“That is only going to last so long. Eventually, people will ask who her parents are and why she doesn’t have identification.”“I’m taking care of that. We have two options. The first is I use my military contacts and see if we can’t get her an ID from another country or there is a way to build her a new identification in Canada, but it means. You know, for a wedding present." Pausing for a moment, Jenny looked around the room as if to get final permission from the assembled girls to go on. "What we decided was... we want to pitch in and make you a new dress or two. We'll let you help pick out the cloth at Poposki's Mercantile. He has some wonderful cottons. The prettiest little blue flowers." And, we found an old steamer trunk in the attic," Jolene put in. "Probably belonged to somebody gone long ago. At least no one is claiming it.. That is where she met Rich. We, my wife and I, met them at a family picnic and found out we had one thing in common. We liked doing d**gs. Nothing real heavy, a little coke and some marijuana. So, I decided to invite them over to party a little with my new found family.A few days later, they came over. It was a Saturday night. We had a couple of drinks before I pulled out a bag of weed and said, "I think it's time we really relaxed." We lit up a bong of some really good shit and got.