I wondered over to the small group to listen to the story. It appeared that our host had been at a party where late in the evening, he had videoed a y...ung lady being gang banged.As well as her name her description matched that of my ex love, a tall, well-built redhead. At first I just thought it was one of those party stories fuelled by too much wine, but was there a way of finding out.a, was he telling the truth, andb, was it the same girl I had known all those years ago.After his story had. But then a pupil was found dead in the cold-room attached to the kitchenand it was assumed she must have gone in there in her nightdress oneevening, possibly as a prank and must have been accidentally locked in,and it was mid-morning the following day before her tortured body wasfound under some sacking where she must have cowered for warmth. Thepolice were called and the coroner informed before the distraught motherarrived to reclaim the body and remove the belongings of her 'daughter'having. ”“OK, so long Sam, see ya later.”“Yes. See you later, Jim,” Samantha said with resignation in her voice.The line went dead.“Well, THAT could have gone better,” Jim said shaking his head. Maybe it had been a mistake. He could have just used Master PC or even his new mental abilities to make everything go his way, but he was getting tired of playing God. He wanted to try to make this happen as much on his own as he could. He’d already planted the potential in her brain. He just needed to get it. Roberto smiled and continued pushing as the dim light exposed more and more of the little figure he loved so well.“Nina,” Roberto whispered, imagining he saw some movement in the crib, but there was no reply so he continued his cautious pressure on the slowly opening door. The beam grew wider, expanding to reveal two tiny dimpled knees and then a pretty blue dress that was trimmed with white lace all along its boarder. Once again Roberto detected a slight movement and again he called out her.