Reggie hung around the one-hour photo shop. She knew the development of these pictures was not as good as the FBI lab. But it would be good enough t... see the diary and what was in it. If they needed enhancements, she could get them.Angela had done good. The pictures were easily readable and there were some blurriness, but not so bad that a magnifying glass wouldn't fix.The diary was terrifying. These two murderers would kill anyone. The Diary was obviously written by the man, Sam. It was. “Oh Stefan...”, she murmured as she writhed in his arms. “Stefan!” Her brother couldn’t understand what was happening, but it felt so natural. His hands roamed her body, holding her against him. She felt so soft and warm, and his body felt so hard. His eyes were open as she pulled back slightly and looked down into his eyes. Maritsa was crying. “Oh, Stefan, I am so scared, so lonely. What will I do when you find someone to love? What will happen when you leave me? Where will I go? What will I. Der Lehrer gab ihr Nachhilfe in ihren Problemfächern und sie unterrichtete ihn in Französisch und praktischer Biologie. Ihre Leistungen in den naturwissenschaftlichen Fächern wurden in den letzten beiden Schuljahr so gut, daß einem überragenden Abitur nichts im Wege stand.Nach ihrem Abi begann sie ein Lehramtsstudium in Englisch und Französisch. Ihr wohlhabender Daddy finanzierte ihr sogar ein Studienjahr in Paris, wo sie sich nicht nur den Sprachen, sondern auch dem Land und vor allem den. After a minute or twoI relaxed sufficiently to close my eyes and I dozed off.I must have needed that because when I awoke it was dark outside and ittook me several minutes to come to properly. The strangeness of theclothes registered almost right away and I smiled as I remembered why Iwas dressed in my sister's things. I stood up, rather unsteadily in theheels, and reappraised my image in the mirror but this time, instead ofsimply recalling Hannah I took some real pleasure in how I.