If there was anyone at home that early in the afternoon it would have to be mother but she was often out doing some church or charity work.My sister n... longer lived at home and my father was hardly ever in the place now, since as I knew for sure, when he wasn't at work he had an interest other than us to take up his time. Her name was Constance; she was about half dad's age and she worked in his office. I'd only found out because her brother was doing the same course as me and he'd told me. " I held out the present. I had both the top and bottom wrapped, but you could lift the box open.She sat on a couch to the side of the lobby, and opened the box. It was a picture of her tied spread eagle on the bed. She smiled, and said, "I'm going to hang this in my room. It would have been alright to open it in front of Karen and Lilly." What about the other part?"She lifted the photo, and saw the keys for the Porsche. She almost screamed, but instead, held her voice, jumped on my lap, and. .. he ... he was ... killed...” She let the emotion come through, hoping her genuine sadness covered her thinly-veiled lie.Danielson stared at her a moment. “Hmm.”Tamara said nothing else, attempting to slow her tears, feeling all to well the loss of the man, even if she knew he was not actually dead.“Tell me what happened from the time you got away from the Victor’s mansion.”Tamara debated lying about her experiences, uncertain whether she could trust the woman with the truth. She had little. I blinked, staring at the door. Through the frosted windows, something moved. I heard a faint buzzing. My daughter gave me a curious look. Then she wrenched the door open, staring down at the brown box left on our doorstep, a white object zipping away.A drone.Like in the message.Kitty bent over, her ass hugged by those pastel-blue short shorts. I groaned, seeing the cloth molding to her pussy. Did she skip her panties, too? My petite daughter didn't bend her knees to scoop up the package, but.