Some of it was frustration. It seemed every time she did a slave duty, her thoughts churned in rebellion. She knew she was having doubts about her sta...us in this world, but it seemed to be crystallizing into something else ever since Freya had arrived.Perhaps that was the real reason she was fearful of Freya. It was not the Overlord herself, but what she represented. Amanda had her own doubts under control. She could simply not think about them and continue to play the part. Freya was a. "Hey everyone," I started typing in the status update field. "Sorry Ihaven't been around. Things have been totes craze in CT."God, I hated how that sounded, but I needed to make this post match thetone of Alana's past posts as much as possible, and writing how Andrewwould write wasn't going to do that."I'm WAY excited to be visiting L.A. (and my awesome boyfriend Aiden,kisses!) and I've got some big things coming soon. Can't wait to sharewith you! xoxo"Immediately after hitting "Post", the. "Yes, yes I am. Can I help you?" Maybe," she said. "My name is Sandra Morgan... Detective Sandra Morgan. I'm with the local law enforcement." Uh... what can I do for you," I spoke in a quivering voice. "Is something wrong? Did I miss a stop sign or something?" I knew she wasn't there for any kind of traffic violation."Can we talk inside" she asked firmly. "It shouldn't take long." Yes, of course," I said feebly. I was frightened out of my mind. It was all I could do to keep up appearances.Once. I stop my Van and roll down my window. “Are you okay, you look like you are very cold.” She walks toward me with her arms wrapped tightly around her body to stay warm. “Can I get inside for a few minutes to warm up.” She says with a smile. This girl is beautiful. Large breasts, perfect ass, beautiful face. The kind of girl you search a lifetime for and rarely find. Here she stands beside my van asking to get inside. She is homeless and needs my help to survive the cold, frigid night. I can not.