Working for the President must make you stupid, or something."She went silent after her tirade and I could hear road noise, so she must be driving som...where."Are you headed home for the day?" I asked reasonably."Nope. I've been home. I'm heading for a certain estate in Chevy Chase, where I am to babysit a sixteen-year-old national hero."I could hear the first hint of humor in her voice and went with it. "Are you really? Is this national hero anyone we both know? Is he cute? Do you think he'll. "It's an interesting concept." I agreed."If you pay my accommodation and tuition, I'll do anything you want." she offered."Anything?" I sought confirmation."Anything everything." she agreed."Shall we shake hands on it?" I suggested"You're evil." she said."Shake!" I insisted.Her hand was like a dead weight but we shook hands and sealed her fate."Do you have a Boyfriend?" I asked."Yes, Kevin." she replied, "He's going to uni too, same campus different course." Maybe we can house share, I was. "Look, Peter, I'm not sure if he will help you or not! But if Anna's disappearance piques his or his wife's interest, they just might take up the investigation; he's got the resources and all the right contacts."I looked at the sergeant with renewed interest."Do you remember, a few years back, a man called John Carpenter was convicted of a murder that his wife had committed?" the sergeant asked.The name rang a bell somewhere in my brain. I seemed to remember he'd been inside for a while and. He didn't move for several minutes, leaving her to wonder what he intended and to contemplate her exposed, vulnerable position.Slowly he rose and stood behind her. He reached forward and began to play with her pussy again, sliding his fingers through her wetness and manipulating the button that she'd been manipulating regularly since she was 11.He wished her family could see her... that her daughters could be inspired. She pushed her bottom out a little more in a bid for more contact and more.