The CASA files were what were worrying me because of their sensitive nature. The locations and addresses of several cases were written down, and would...be a good tool for someone looking for a particular family or child. Sarah's were the same way, but hers contained personal case files on the mental evaluation part of a lot of the cases we had worked on. There was no way the Marshals could have missed what they were because of the big letters stamped on every file. I could understand them taking. I didn’t give her the whole story, just the short version. I told her about my mother giving birth to me at age sixteen and my grandparents raising me until she graduated college. I told her about being alienated by my step-father and step-sister. I wasn’t going to tell her about the suicide attempt, but I think it’s relevant since she said that her life isn’t worth living.“I was about a hundred pounds overweight,” I continue as she scoffs not believing me as if I can actually make this shit. The next time we broke for air, my older sister tugged at the hem of my shirt and helped me pull it over my head. Her hands immediately went to my pectoral muscles, gleefully fondling them as if the act was as sexually-stimulating for her as fondling breasts was for me. Her next kiss was hungrier, more urgent, and while she still didn’t seem quite as super-horny as Dayna just yet, she was getting there fast.Speaking of Brandi’s blonde best friend, instead of using her vibrating throat muscles. Edge himself into bed very timidly and delicately, give her a kiss on her cheek and fall asleep. Thinking that his wife had been asleep. In reality she would be wide awake, having been masturbating to pornography that the likes of which would make him feel very inadequate. She would fantasise about multiple men taking advantage of her; she was sexually insatiable. The idea of a strong man with a large tool drove her crazy, she often thought about the men she worked with. Playing with herself.