The thought ran through her head.She held her breath for a moment. She held Randy in her arms for another moment. She looked at him with eyes saying �...�Are we OK? Or are we Nuts?’Randy looked at her, nearly her height now.“Mom, you know I love you. And I love Dad. I miss him. I miss him badly. I want to see him. To hug him.”Her heart melted. She kissed his forehead. Her mind raced. She missed him too. She wanted to see him. To hug him...“Fuck! I need a drink!”She called for hamburgers, fries and. 'Next time' he promised himself. That night over the phone, he told her that he wanted her and wanted to fuck her, she told him that she needed a break. He was utterly stricken and the worst of it was that she would offer no explanation.He tried to get her back, get her to meet him or speak to him again. One chance was all he needed with her, and this time he wouldn't hesitate, but he never saw her again. He even went to where she lived, but she had moved, he called, she never picked up, he. . ‘It still works for them!’“Is the package intact?” Blacker asked. ‘Is she alive?’“Negative,” the voice replied. “The package has been damaged.” ‘They had to kill her... ‘“I’ll review the data,” Blacker told his inept operative. “I’ll debrief you personally!” This had better be good! They had strict orders to observe and not make contact! Somebody’s head is going to roll for killing that... Calming himself and taking a deep breath, he sat back down.“Charles, open the microwave package that. .It's Devon. Heee... He tried to rape me. I hit him over the head with a bottle and ran out," I stuttered as I tried to calm down."Oh my god," he said as he pulled me close again. "You poor girl. Here, stay right here while I go get the phone. We are calling the cops and you are going to press charges on that sorry son of a bitch." With that. He gently released me and headed off toward what I assumed was the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with the phone and a small tumbler of an amber.