We will send the info we have to the police in those locations - though this won't help much if she got off at some other stop."We will also check wit... the State Department; her hometown is on the birth certificates. We will keep you posted, okay? It's a damn shame; those kids are precious. You wouldn't believe how often we see things like this though. I'm guessing that she was tricked into coming over and was caught up in the sex trade. Those are some rough characters. I don't know if it will. She was sticky from both the sweat from the day, and from the after activities as well. As Monique got settled in she ran herself some bathwater. *BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ*Before she got in the tub Monique got a text from Todd. She opened it and it said:'I know you enjoyed tonight, here's something that will help you sleep well.-T. Knowles'Attached was a video clip of Mr. Knowles jagging off and moaning 'Mo, you like this? Huh Mo? You like this shit? I want you to watch this and rub on yo fat lil. Too easy." Maybe." Sip, pause, laugh, subject change.They met three mornings a week before work. Always for coffee, always at the same place. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, lattès and bagels, and increasingly friendly conversation. He'd talk to her for as long as possible, then realize that she'd not said more than two or three sentences the entire morning. She was like that. She drew him out, and he found himself telling her things he didn't know he still cared about. Frustrations at. Tom had knocked Samantha up the first time, and she'd love the experience of being pregnant and now of having her first child so much that she wanted another little one.Tom never took any convincing at all in order to be willing to fuck Samantha, but when she came in and asked him so wonderfully, what was a guy to do but give his sexy lover exactly what she'd asked for. Tom had gotten Samantha bent over his desk and he'd gotten his pants down and mounted her from behind doggy style. He knew.