Her weakness. We all have weaknesses. What if someone finds my weakness? What if they threaten to kill me or Richard?”“Are you afraid of death?”...Plato asked. She felt a hand rest on her shoulder. PLATO’s projected form was now standing next to her.She looked up at him and sighed. “I guess that’s one area you don’t understand.”“I understand death,” he replied, “much better than you realize.” Looking into her eyes, he continued, “I also understand the fear of death. Once powerful people discover. My pussy is wet, sore, and aching to be touched. Will I get that anytime soon? Will my dreams come true? Will they no longer will be dreams, but realities? Its almost five in the morning, and the only thing I can think of is us, together, in bed, like so many nights before. Laying next to each other, skin to skin. You wrapping your arms around me, making me feel loved and safe. Making me feel whole again. Thoughts and images of you come to my mind and before long, I am wet all over again... My. "What about this lace?" "Will any boys see the coloror the lacy material under my leotards?"Mother just laughs and tells me I'll have to try it. I don't think thegirls wear panties under their tights and leotards, but Mother wants me totry them all. She says I can report to Ms. Johnson about which panties thegirls can wear if they choose to. It was Tammy's idea that I sew monogram initials on my purchases, "So wedon't get our panties and bras mixed up, Mother." Tammy and Mother laughat that. "Perhaps the girls will tell you something they wouldn't tell a man," the jerk said without apology.Nora didn't care, not that much. At last she was in the thick of it, involved in the investigation. She carefully but quickly read the reports of the interviews already performed and found them lacking detail or follow-up. Nora decided to start with Jenny Burns, Hanna's best friend. She called, made an appointment to speak with the girl, grabbed her purse and hurried away from her desk before her.