"Cleared Sector Nine. No sign of her." "Okay, we're clear down here, too. Let's move on to Seven." "Jimbo, how are things at your end?" "We've looked ...n and all around Bunkhouse Two. She must have been here yesterday, because we found a supply cart with a bunch of open boxes. But she's long gone. We're going to move south."Greta smiled. At last, she had caught a real break. They were combing the Ranch, sector by sector, and the area around Bunkhouse Two was clear, as far as they were concerned.. Chloe was not a big girl; she was of average height with long black hair and high cheekbones. Her skin was very pale and marked easily, a trait that had frustrated her no end throughout her life. It was especially frustrating now that she had discovered in college that she enjoyed rough sex. The mask David had tied to her head didn't move when Chloe itched her nose, and she ran her fingers over the soft material that covered her eyes. She thought about taking it off but the tantilising promise. I guess that'll wait for college. Saturday came quickly. The doorbell rang, but Landon had texted they were pulling up, so I pulled it open at the instant of the first chime. It was 4:30pm and our moms were talking a mile a minute. His parents were going to a major function for work out of town. Landon's older sister would be home from college tomorrow evening and stay the rest of the week. Mrs. Kramer was more neurotic than my mom and that's saying something. She had the idea that Landon would. The guilt I thought I once lost courses through my nerves at the unmistakable feeling that this is all my fault. I may have had cynical thoughts in general these last seven days, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t thought about Ethan 95% of the time. I knew what we had wasn’t exclusive. I knew it wasn’t permanent to any degree, and I knew we weren’t together. But I also knew the unspoken nature of our ‘agreement’. Part of me felt like anything was possible. We were enjoying.