They hadn’t been tortured too badly either then, it looked like. Grace waved back. Her mum must be in the cottage next to her own, with Rose. She wa...ed for a few seconds, until eventually they’d all waved enough and she stopped, saw the others stop, and closed the curtain. She hoped she’d be allowed to see her mum, and the others, in the morning.She went to the bathroom, did her teeth and managed to cough up some of the water she’d been tortured with. Finally she crept into the bed, which had. Whenever she got back from gym, the first thing she would do was take a bath.So when she finally got back, I hurriedly entered her private bathroom and stripped naked while she was off to kitchen for water. I just shut the door and didn’t bolt it and my boner was fully erect at 6 inches and I was waiting just beside the bathroom door. Suddenly she opened the door and entered with a storm passing me without noticing.Then I suddenly said “Mami!!” and she turned back and game a slight shriek like. When I realized what I was doing, my eyes were leaking. They’ve been doing that a lot lately. Ever since Sunday.I started making calls. The city morgue was no help. No, they didn’t have any record of Bradley Keane. I called the hospital where Dag is and they said they could only give information to next of kin. I wondered who that could be.Funny.I’ve examined a ton of Bradley’s dirty little plans over the past month. I picked through his email. I looked at his bank accounts. I tracked his. “Let’s go.” She ruffled his hair as they headed out the door.When she dropped Jon off at school the small group of boys was there to watch and see what she was wearing today. It was her first day in the thigh-high boots. There was only about three inches of stockings showing above the top of the boot. The boot fit tightly to her legs.” Fuck-Me Boots,” she heard someone call them. She was much better at walking on the five-inch heels than she had been a few weeks ago.She watched her son walk off.