She had stolen out of the window of her mom’s doublewide on more than one night when her single parent mom was sound asleep with a bottle of beer no... finished by her side. Her assortment of “Uncles” in rotating residence would sometimes bother her sleep in the middle of the night looking for her youthful heat to warm their frigid gonads and help them achieve a semblance of a meaningful “tingle” they would feel all the way back in their prostate region. It was not the sort of close family ties. Oh my god. I heard Nikkie say, CAYLA? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? Nikkie Practically shouted, but tried to keep calm. I held her hand without Cayla seeing to help her not lose it. Well, Nikkie. I was just wondering why I wasnt invited to this SLEEPOVER? I thought we were Best friends! And look at what you go and do, you selfish bitch! Cayla raised her hand to slap Nikkie, but I stepped in front of Nikkie and grabbed Cayla. No Cayla. Dont touch her. Hit me if you want, but not her. And. She had on stockings and high heels. The dress gave an tempting glimpse of her large breasts. She was definitely not dressed like a teen-ager.After the bellman left, Byron pulled Eileen to him and kissed her passionately. The teen-ager returned his kiss with equal passion. The young girl began to grind her hips into his while he caressed her breasts through her dress. They were both excited and Byron broke the kiss and hugged his daughter to him until she calmed down."Baby, let's go down and. There wasevidence of luminol. The two blood-stained chairs were still pulled upto the glass-top table.There wasn?t much else to see so she and Steve continued on and pulledup at 1200 Travis in Downtown Houston, the headquarters of Houston PD.They were escorted to a small office where they met Lieutenant JoeWagner who was heading up the case."Hello Lieutenant Bishop, good to meet you. Your reputation precedesyou." He offered his hand to Penelope who wasn?t sure if Joe Wagnerwas having a dig.