Two days had past it today was my last full day before returning to school, I had much to do but all I could think of was what had happened, not wanti...g to regret not calling, I called Ray, he was so cool about everything, put me at ease about all my concerns, and told me he would never call me or anything, but I could always call him, I told him I was leaving the next day, and would like to come over and spend the night, YES! he exclaimed before I was even done talking, he said be there at six. Type "O". That really narrowed it down. They had a DNA profile that would be solid as a rock if only there were somebody's DNA to compare it to.Thinking about the sketches made Sam remember Madeleine Deneau. In truth, he had thought about her with great frequency in the several days since she'd returned to Greensboro. Perhaps he should call her, bring her up to date on the case. She'd be interested, Sam was sure. Even though there had been no progress."Hi. This is Madeleine. I can't come to the. Asking them to do that would just be asking to be poisoned or something. We already had the barrels, so all we had to do was rinse them out, fill and seal them, and put them back on the ships. By the time we were done at North Island every ship was fully stocked and ready for another long voyage.Shark continued to get bolts of cloth in various colors delivered as part of the loot and re-supply. The seamstresses had little else to do during the day, so by the time we were done with North Isle. “I am telling you, man, he just sucked me off, swallowed everything like a good boy, and then jerked off and came all over my feet,” Ayn stretched and yawned. “He’s a fucking great cocksucker, this master of yours.”“He’s your master, too,” Cory kicked him playfully in the ribs.“Not when it comes to bedroom affairs, he’s not,” Ayn said triumphantly, raising enough from the bed to tickle Cory in response. “I am telling you, he’s a bit fucked up or something.”“I don’t get it,” Cory shook his head..