I began scanning through them, and as I read each one, my eyes got biggerand bigger... They loved me... Sure, it was mainly from a bunch of hornydudes...who likely would fuck whatever walked past them, but all I caredabout was the overly positive feedback. And many people seemed genuinelyconcerned not only with the break up, but congratulated me on how Ilooked.A little red envelope in the corner caught my eye and I clicked on it. Itopened up my private messaging center, to which I was surprised. That kind of thing. No S&M or bondage or crap like that.” I hoped I wasn’t taking this conversation too far.“Does Samantha look at them with you?” Tara asked. That was the question I was trying to avoid. Now it would come out that this had to remain a secret. Fat chance of that – sisters told each other everything. I replied quickly: “No, Samantha doesn’t even know I have them. I think she would be upset if she found out.” Tara smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. I promise.” She walked. " Yes, ma'am. I'm trying to find someone missing for almost six years." Six years? It sounds like they're either dead or don't want to be found." I think the latter," said Sarah a knowing look on her face."And you think I can help?" I'm sure of it." Then why don't you come in. I have some tea brewing. Would you like some?" That would be nice. Thank you," said Sarah as the taller woman led her into a cathedral ceilinged front room. A warm fire crackled in the large fireplace offsetting the cold. " He sulks off to go change and comes back down after a bit. Amy has all of her stuff but is down cause she just lost her job and it is hard to find them, especially for $20, the ease of work, the hours, perks, and the extra pay. "Hey. Cheer up, Little Girl. I am sure you will find another job soon. A girl of your asset can't be out of work too long. I let you say good-bye to the kid but you saw what the wife was like. Better not push our luck."The two head out to the car and Amy gets helped.