When my shift ended we still didn't know who she was. The tarp wasn't any help it was one of those cheap blue painter type drop cloths. She was about ...even years old, so she was too young to be a Jane Doe and too old to be Baby Doe, so we called her schoolgirl Doe for the press. "If you want help, you have to be media friendly," the Sheriff said. He should know, he was the biggest media whore I knew. He was always campaigning."So who is that little girl you found?" Ada asked. Ada was the sixty. As soon as Pat had finished her muffin and cup of coffee, she left to do her rounds. Susan stayed and thanked me again for the jacket and asked me what my plans were for the evening. "Susan, I would love to go out with you but I think right now Pat and I are involved. Maybe you could join us!" I suggested trying not to hurt her feelings."Oh, that would be great, I love Pat a lot!" she stated emphatically. I quickly tuned into her mind and saw that she did love Pat. The two of them had been. She couldn't help her orgasms, they weren't her fault, and her body was trained to respond even if her mind was waking up.Her memory was a problem. She knew her name, her birthday, and that she used to live in Atlanta that was all she could remember about before. She could remember in vivid detail all the tortures she had endured. The humiliations, the degrading experiences. She would get even, she was sure of it. She would escape, she just had to be patient Patience and determination, and her. I just haven't found a guy that interests me." What's the problem with them?" he asked."Most of them act so silly," she said. "They're like a bunch of silly kids." Maybe you should meet someone a bit older," he suggested."That sounds like a bright idea," she laughed. "But what older guy would want to date a kid?" Lots of them," he said, staring at the deep cleavage between her firm tits."Well, I'm not going to worry about it," she giggled. "I've got plenty of time before I have to get serious.