Random. No pattern. Some from high school three blocks over. Two fresh from juvie. At least one from wealthy parentage. No clues as to why. Only facts...concerning how. All met with school counselor, four to five days prior to missing persons report. All severely depressed about something. Grades dropping. Growing isolation. Teenage angst. Probably nothing important, but only common tie. Too common, really. Like ugly ties. Colorful people clashing with colorful backgrounds. Tug to fit, tug too. Hummmm, she said aloud, I guess that I don't look all that bad, at least for a nun.Reaching around behind her back she found the zipper on her skirt and pulled it down and the Navy blue uniform skirt slid down her long legs and puddled on the floor, covering her feet. She was wearing a plain pair of white granny panties but when she looked in the mirror she could see where the front edge of her panties had again caught themselves between her labia giving anyone that could see under her skirt a. He returned to the main house looking for Marta, and instead found her sister. For some reason, maybe because she no longer looked like his teacher, it was easier to use Mrs. Friedman’s first name than it was to use Mrs. Horne’s. ‘Hi Marcia, I was looking through the cabins and saw a lot of stuff I can do in them. Would you give these keys back to Consuela for me? I don’t want to disturb her again.’ ‘What do you mean again Kenny? What did you do?’ ‘I don’t know Marcia. I was just trying to be. It was decided to dismount leaving one guard on the horses while the other four ambushed the front set of wagons with glass vials of oil wrapped in a burning cloth which when thrown against the wagon would break and burst into flames. They were hoping that the fires would keep any Goblins from following their retreat.The attack was timed perfectly and not expected. This added to the effectiveness and allowed for their easy retreat. None followed mostly because they were not prepared to be.