The soft crickets and tree branches creaking in the wind made a clear contrast to the always present sounds of living in the dorms. Through it all you...could hear a faint laughter from inside your house.The high pitched squeal that sounded like a 12 year old with too much sugar belonged to your younger sister, Jennifer. She had just turned 18 a few weeks ago and while her body may have barely begun to mature, her mind was still a dirty 15 year olds. What most people mistook for a gentle, soft. They showered, touched up the neat trim of their pubic area, and removed any unwanted hair with their razors. Like in the past, each girl helped the other in shaving the area they could feel, but not see. They used blow dryers to shape their hair and applied a minimal amount of make-up. Their parents did not allow them to use too much of the stuff, limiting them to a little eyeliner and mascara.In the bedroom, Kim went to her dresser and selected a very sheer bra and panty outfit. The yellow. Mr. Campbell is not here. He went on some business meeting. Want me to tell him you were at his office, ma’am?”“No, no. I guess I can wait for a while. Anyway, in fact, I want to talk with you too, Molly...”“Why, Mrs. Campbell?”“I want you to ask me in the most sincere way you can have something that bugs me all the time”Man, I got very afraid of the question, even if I am expecting it from her.“Sure, ask me whatever you want. I will not hide you anything”“Have you ever had, you know, thoughts. All she really wanted was to put the whole thing behind her and never mention it again if at all possible.PC Johnson was wise enough to sense what was running through The Borrowed Girl's head and smart enough to keep her mouth shut and not write anything in her report. It would be far better to just let sleeping dogs lay and just assemble the forensic evidence against Max the kidnapper. It was lucky for him that the police were not pursuing the sexual abuse charges because there were probably.