Then there was the policeman she had asked where the Missing Persons Bureau was. He had snarled at her that Western Union was always making mistakes a...d that she should check numbers 62 and 52 and 27 and so on before she bothered the Bureau. Why not 18th street, too and 108th street, why not every building in the whole city of ten million or whatever it was... ?Axel had told her that he knew exactly how callous and indifferent the police appeared to be. It was really because they were. As I was bouncing up and down slightly, he took one of his hands off my tits, and felt his cum soaked stomach. He slowly caressed it, and then brought it up to my mouth."Lick it off, Jeanne. You know you want to," he said.He was the sexiest jackass on the face of the planet, I couldn't help it. He was seducing me it seemed, and making me powerless against his so called charm. Then he leaned up, and kissed me. I had no choice but to let him kiss me, as he wrapped his arms around me. We made out. "“Why did you do it?” Sarah asked again. She can’t wrap her head around the fact that someone that seems so normal in one moment could be this cold and evil in another."Ask me that tomorrow, I'm going to sleep now. You should try to get some yourself," I said. Her eyes lit up with fear again as I came closer. I lifted her up carefully and put her into her sleeping bag. I asked her if she was comfortable and she just nodded. I took my place next to her on the ground. I got into my hoody so it. I shrugged and decided whatever had happened last night was probably long forgotten.Breakfast was shared in silence, and as soon as he was finished, he said, "Great pancakes, Mama," and was out the door.I washed the breakfast dishes and changed into a tank top and cutoffs and went to work in my garden, hair pulled back in a ponytail and barefoot.A few hours passed. I never noticed Bradley's stealthy approach. My back was to the gate as I worked. I was covered in dirt and sweating, my clothes.