Ten minutes later. I was sitting at a bus shelter, my face buried into a chicken kebab.Bobby lived in a luxury block of flats. The building was painte... white, consisting of two floors. I found the door number. It was in the middle of the street, overlooking the sea. I checked the intercom. A list of names was illuminated, showing the names of the residence. Bobby’s was the first, definitely the penthouse. How much I wanted to kick the door down, but I needed to be patient.The roar of a car’s. That night she picked up the phone and called Jason."Lydia!" he exclaimed, sounding happy. "I'm sorry I haven't had much time to talk to you. I want to thank you for your help in solving our problem!" Jason, I was only a spear carrier. You and Tom did the real work. But I want to talk about another mystery." You found something about King?" He didn't sound as happy as he had been a few minutes before."No, actually not." Then she explained what she had found.For a moment after she finished there. I used the excuse that my computers were impounded to head out to one of the local warehouse stores and buy the biggest, baddest, gamer laptop I could find. I considered buying one of those roll-aboard suitcases to carry it in rather than trying to drag it around, but opted for an over-the-shoulder carry-all. While I was there, I ran up my credit card a little higher and bought the latest tablet model with as much memory as I could get in it and a cellular Internet account.The nice thing is. ? ?good, now you have earned your nourishment. Sons come in here, the slut is ready for her nourishment.? Kurt and Keith came in the room, they removed my blindfold and untied me from the brace. ?lay on the floor bitch?, Kurt said as he pushed me to the floor. Keith took off his shorts and stood over me. ?Open your mouth slut and keep it open, you are about to get all the nourishment you can handle.? Unsure of what he had in mind I didn’t open my mouth at first. He reached down and slapped.