Fortunately, he was in much better shape than Sandra's mom had been, and he quickly gave the directions Richard needed."Where's the map?" he whispered...to his mom, as he wrote down the last bits of information."All right, thanks. Please tell Sandra's mom that we are leaving for there right now."As Richard hung up, Angelina opened a drawer and pulled out a map of the northeast. He spread it out on the table and jotted down the interstates he needed to take, until he dovetailed with the directions. I crouched downward, legs spread very malleably, as if she were doing the splits, she looked downward past the caverns of her chest which Dave was now manhandling, pulling and tugging every which way, separating them to the extremes of each side, giving her cleavage just that much more emphasis and allowing her to clearly see that I was investigating her cunnie which was forcefully spread by her legs position. With a finger thoughtfully upon my lips, I smirked before I slowly brought said. I said, “She’s only fourteen you asshole.” I picked up his cell phone and said, “I’m calling the police. You better call your parents right now.” I picked Donna up with her clothes still around her ankles and threw her over my shoulder in the Fireman’s Carry. I walked her down the stairs, past her so called friends, and out to the car. I then drove her right to the hospital, demanded that a rape kit be taken, and the police notified. In the car I used his cell phone to call the police and. It's a number I don't recognise, and there's a picture attached. I move away from the group at the bar to get some privacy and open the message to see the picture better.I don't recognise the person in the photograph, possibly because she is wearing a rubber hood. Her lips are painted deep crimson, her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are closed, probably deliberately. The eye shadow is dark, and she has long, false eyelashes. Below the picture is a short message, "Mmmmmm....."I'm.