She approached the lobby and introduced herself to the woman behind the lobby, after which she was asked by the same woman to take a seat. There were ...everal other girls and women sitting in the waiting room, ranging from Japanese to Caucasian.After a short while she was invited by a Japanese woman into one of the rooms down the hallway, she saw a hallway on her right with a thick black curtain and some paintings on the wall she could not make out what they were.Once inside the room, Betty was. Phenobarbital. That’s right, I thought to myself, she had said he was an epileptic! I counted the bottles, all empty. He’d taken close to 120 of them, probably within the past hour. I said nothing, but walked out, looking for the phone and dialing 911. ‘YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!’ he croaked in a sob.. ‘Well, I’m not,’ I spat at him, holding my head and fighting the pounding pain with accompanying nausea. The emergency operator answered and I told her we needed an ambulance and homicide. "Damon?" Mom's voice came from my room, much more audible now. She had obviously opened my bedroom door."Fuck!" I growled, pulling the boxers on—not the easiest thing to do with my cock still rampantly hard. Stupid shit, I snarled at it mentally. Mom's not going to be suspicious at all when she sees me marching in from my sister's bedroom with a fucking hard-on!As soon as I'd put my boxers on, I ran into Kelsey's bathroom and opened my bedroom door. "Mom?" I asked, sounding uncertain so I could. He could make Don do anything but what was he going to do?The most important thing was his sister's clothes. Freddy dropped Don'sclothes behind a bush and went into the alleyway. Don heard a sound andlooked up. His eyes widened in alarm."Err ... Um.. Freddy this isn't what it looks like." It looks good to me," said Freddy"What do you mean?" said the unhappy Don."I stole your clothes to get back at you for all those practical jokes.Those are my sister's coat and shoes you are wearing. But I.