We went to school knowing we would be leaving at noon to meet our lawyers at 12:30p.m. to be ready for the Detectives at 2p.m., so the day moved at a ...nail’s pace, I let the coach know I wouldn’t be at practice as I had to answer questions about my weekend, but would be at practice tomorrow. He was concerned but knew I had to do what I had to do.At 2p.m., we opened the door to our suite to let the Detectives from last night and two detectives from Tennessee where Kronis was being held, as well. And poor Cassie turned white, and then started bawling. She was crying out in the middle of the halls-the crowded halls, remember-while these horrible pictures of her were hanging all over the place. Everyone was looking at her. I put my arm around her and she cried on my shoulder."We need to go see Mr. Tilling," I said. She sniffled and nodded.We got there, and walked in. "Cassie? What's wrong?" he asked when he saw her crying."Mr. Tilling, have you walked the halls this morning?" I asked. "Dinner was really great," Maria says respectfully. "Thanks so much for having me over." Of course! Anytime dear." Ericka replies. The two of them then step away and quietly head upstairs to Michael's room.Once they are in his room, Michael shuts the door and before he even has time to react, Maria pushes him up against the door, kissing him. This catches him a bit off-guard, but he quickly recovers and wraps his arms around her. He returns her passion, and their tongues roll around and lick. Leaping onto the balcony, she peered through the closed sliding door into a living room where a man and two boys sat watching television. She couldn't see what they were watching but that was of little importance to her. She wondered which of the males of the house owned the delicious smell she detected earlier. As she scanned the males in the living room, her yellow pupils fell on the boy to the right. The boy couldn't possibly be more than 16, yet he exudes an aura that outshone his father.