We had ordered in and the smell of stale Papa John's mingled with our sweat. I had to take a piss and as I went out of my office, I asked Jess to copy...the draft on my computer onto her flash drive. The file was too big to email...in hindsight I should have used the office intranet.When I got back from the men's room, Jess had a funny look on her face. I had a cold sweat and thought "OH SHIT!" I knew what the problem was. I had a porn site running in one window of my desk top. I didn't say. And when everyone was done yelling at her she walked quietly to her room. She took a shower and got in bed, again facing the wall. Aunt Jill and Beth, who had also been driving around looking for her, went home. Liz, who had been frantic with worry for her twin, dropped into her own bed, exhausted, and slept.Eventually the house went quiet as night spread its blanket over the family.Brian pretty well figured somebody would pay him a visit that night, so he didn't bother to put on anything after. Ich hoffe sehr, es bereitet Euch Vergnügen, was ich hier geschrieben habe.L.Die WacheAls Streifenpolizist hat man viele verschiedene Dinge zu erledigen. Es ist nicht nur das Überwachen des Verkehrs mit Anhalten und Strafzettel verteilen, auch wenn das viele glauben, es gehört auch dazu, Anzeigen aufzunehmen. Anzeigen wie vermisste Kinder oder verlorene Sachen, Anzeigen wie irgendwelche bösen Dinge, die irgendwer irgendwem antat oder angetan haben sollte.Es gehört dazu aber auch, man muss. If she woke the asshole up,he always wanted to fuck. She looked back at the manbeside her.Okay. What’s dream and what’s real? He looks normal.Skinny. Not much taller than me, pretty good looking,just like in the dream. Smells the same. Shit – sincewhen do I smell stuff in my dreams?She was still rubbing the twin scars, the only physicalevidence she had. Dad’s absence, weird though it was,had a couple of reasonable explanations. Maybe he gotlucky in the bar and made it.