She looked wiped out and exhausted. There was paperwork on the traytable in front of Barbara. She nodded her head toward it as she smiled at me. In...ant name: Johnathan Stanley HillInfant mother: Barbara Marie HillInfant father: Stanley Marcus HastingsI looked up at her. I grabbed the pen she'd used to fill it out, scratched through the name she'd written and wrote - Infant father: Richard Buchanan HillBarbara looked up at me with a pained look. "But Stan, John's YOUR son"!"I know. But. I felt safe and secure in his strong arms. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to make love to me as he carried me. I said that would be nice and we kissed before he laid me on the bed. He had already lit the candles and incense while I was doing the enema. I thought this was romantic and he would do such things many more times through the years. (He would buy roses and give those to me. This was when I began dressing sexy for him. One time while waiting for him in bed in my lingerie,. .. up.... atJenni. She was even more upset that she was so close to crying. Shehad not cried since she was a little boy.Seeing Marci about to cry, Jenni reached out and took her in her armsto comfort her. And as soon as she did, Marci lost control and beganballing almost uncontrollably. Jenni just held her small girl-friend,running her hands over her back. After a few minutes Marci started tocalm and Jenni pushed her back by her shoulders. Seeing thedistraught look on her face, Jenni was just a. She squeezed the phone tightly in one hand, and reached for her baton. As soon as she opened the door, that familiar song played from it once more. She bumped her head in the car in surprise and the phone clattered to the ground. Erica Vargas picked it up. She sent one more text. "You are dead. I saw your body. You're not alive." "You saw pictures, Erica. You never saw my body." Vargas grabbed her baton and pummeled her phone to splinters on the asphalt. Zoey Howers had been interred at.