"I am Stacy Stanton, Zoe's sister and the who is your jerk of a son, that's who! You can go and get him or I can stand here and scream until he comes ...ut or the cops haul me away. The choice is his."Ada Anderson stared at the angry young lady and nodded. This might be a good thing, it might be bad, but if something didn't happen she and her husband would have to stop putting off a decision on whether he needed more help than they could give. He might need to be institutionalized, or she feared. I was also slightly puzzled by her odd way of speaking, despite her accent being almost certainly from London. "If you're sure then fine. You're a beautiful sexy girl, so if you want to make love to me then I'm hardly going to say no. I'll do whatever you say, and I promise to be gentle." Thank you, you're very sweet. We'll have to be quiet though because I don't want other people to hear. Have you got a condom, because I've searched the whole house and couldn't find any?" No, sorry." I. She asked questions, without waiting for an answer. It didn't seem she was interested in answers anyway, only talking.Jack and I just listened while we ate. Nikki, it seemed, wasn't hungry. After the meal we smoked and listened some more. During one of the brief breaks Jack asked," Where are you headed?" Nowhere.", I replied.Jack considered this for a moment, then suggested I ride along with them. There were some friends of his in the next town. It sounded like a friendly offer, so I told him I. So much so that conversations with her could end around two in the morning. Luckily for The Mystery Man, it was all too easy to look like you had a sharp wit over the Internet. After all, one could fine-tune what they say to match what the other person wanted to hear. It’s not like The Mystery Man could do that in real life. Dramatic irony.Soon, Clara was even messaging him at work. Of course, the Mystery Man could never see or hear how she responds to his messages, but his responses were so.