“I have on a thong…a pink thong with black stripes. I know you have a panty fetish daddy, I know you like looking at me while I wear them. I know ...ou look at those dirty pictures that me and Sara took of ourselves and you jerk off to them.” This statement stopped me in my tracts. How did Beth know about me looking at the pictures. I did not put two and two together until she said, “I know that you are fucking Ms. Adams and I know how big of a pervert you are.” Then it hit me, Beth had either. " Just a little bit," Fiona said, guiding the nine year old girl with the lipstick. "Now purse your lips together and smile." Holly Grainger beamed and blew Fiona a kiss. "And if your mother asks, it didn't come from me."The girl nodded and skipped out of Greg's bedroom as the eighteen year old returned and looked at his conspiratorial girlfriend, who just smiled sweetly at him. "Mum says you got thirty minutes before we go." We could just walk there ourselves," Fiona moaned. "It's hardly a. I stopped and listened. Someone was upstairs. Were both up there or did they split up. Then I heard a second sound coming from the downstairs bedroom. The room was being ransacked. I'd take this one first. With the barrel of the silencer, I slowly pushed on the door. As it opened, I saw him. He'd pulled most of the drawers out of the dresser and he was inspecting them, looking for who knows what. While he was busy with that, I edged into the room. Just before I was ready to strike, the door. Closing his eyes, he could still see the shapes of the devices heaped in his hands. Selecting one of them, he sought to remember, in the absence of 'wrongness' how to change the position of the object. He remembered, now, that this particular piece had been in his leg, but its energy had been slightly different there. Why? He moved his hands and the energy of the piece changed subtly, minutely. He returned his hands to their original position and the energy of the piece returned to its former.