MM leaves the door open for the light from the hallway to enter and grabs her hair to put her on her feet. She is a beautiful young girl; a mestizo wi...h sleek jet black hair, her shining eyes full of deep distress. This is how he loves women: helpless and terrified ... With satisfaction, he sits down on the bench and slowly details her with his gaze. She’s standing in front of him, less than a yard. He appreciates what he sees. She’s a typical Brazilian specimen, with plump buttocks, firm. He was called back in to re-interview with a new group of people, including the headmaster’s wife for some reason too. He was introduced to them all. The headmaster’s wife, a very quiet unassuming yet somewhat pretty looking woman sat back away from them all and listened as the interview went on. She took notes. That was her job. To take notes of the interview and to make note of the guy’s mannerisms and other stuff. As he interviewed, Jonathan eyed her, often. She noticed it too. No one else. “I remember when my husband and my oldest boy got into their big fight. My son came in with a black eye, a bloody nose, bruises on half of his body, and limping like his left leg was four inches shorter than the other. My husband wasn’t in any better shape. The first words my husband said to me, was that his little boy wasn’t a little boy anymore. I knew that admitting that, hurt him more than his injuries from the fight,” Alice said.“I know how he felt,” Ling said softly.Alice said, “I told. The only entrance was the door which we had just entered by. There was a small sink and tap in one corner. Against one wall was photography and computer equipment. There was an electronic drum kit in another corner, and against the far wall was a single day bed. It was wrought iron and the head, foot, and one side of the bed were crafted from the metal. Made of black loops and spirals and was very intricate."This is where the shoot is going to happen later, Kayla," I said, gesturing to the bed..
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