There were two detectives, one white and one African American. The fact that Marci left a note and had packed packed some items made it clear that she...had left on her own volition. There was no foul play involved. Neither of the parents mentioned Jamal since it was clear that he was not involved. The detectives did get court orders to look at Marci’s email account and text messages but there were no clues provided from those accounts. This didn’t surprise the cops since they knew that teens. Just not going to happen." So you're going to let the cheerleaders win, is that it?" Donna, no. I can't." What you really mean is you won't, isn't that what you're saying?" But Donna, you don't understand." Oh I understand alright, you're a chicken. You're more worried aboutwhat people think, than doing what you need to do. You are a chicken." But Donna...." Don't 'but Donna' me, you know, I was really starting to think you weredifferent from other guys, and not just because your legs look good. Ifwe had been on our own I might not have complained, as long as his handstayed at the level it had been poised at, it was actually quite nice tofeel it through my tights, but I didn't feel like snogging a boy whenthe girl in the front knew the truth.He reacted to my refusal very well; I think he was regrouping foranother assault. It was getting cold, and I moved back closer to him,for mutual warmth. He put his arm around me, so my shoulder was underhis armpit, and his arm down my back. I. "Face down, assup, like a good little bitch!" Mistress laughed, as she worked my tinypink skirt down over my hips, and tossed it on the floor. She snapped awhite leather collar and leash around my neck and jerked me to my feet. Iwas blindfolded and led to the car as I was; cum crusted on my big baretits, my spent little dick covered only by the tiny pink thong with"Bitch" on the back, white knee socks, and tottering on pink six inchplatform heels. I was tossed into the trunk, and we sped off.