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No one was here. It looked like it had been some time since anyone was but it was mostly in good order, save for some rummaging. "Her name is Madelyn," Mister O said as he nodded towards one of the family portraits that hung up on the wall. Among those in the portrait, there was teenage girl with dyed blue hair, a real cute smile and a girl next door type of beauty. Daisy frowned more when she looked at the family portrait as Mister O explained the situation in more detail. She was so young and beautiful. Daisy hoped the girl was okay, then had a thought and looked around the house. "What about the mother?" she asked, pointing to the woman in the photo. "She's not here. Did something happen?" she asked, frowning again. The blonde watched Mister O as he continued to carry the man towards the basement door only to open it and throw him in and locking him inside. "We'll deal with him if he wakes up. If not, we have ways to probe his memories. But I wanna show you something," he said while he led Daisy back to the living room where many works of abstract art hung on the wall. Daisy ran a hand through her hair, nodding as he explained the process. She looked like she wanted to question him when he indian said something about probing someone's mind for memories, but figured it wasn't the weirdest thing she'd seen today. "Her step father went missing about a few weeks ago, he's an art professor in the local college. But, earlier in my investigation I noticed this," he then pointed at a strange pattern within the art, "These are occult runes. He's using art to mask these runes. We haven't determined anything yet as far as the nature of these runes. Do you feel anything?" When he called her over, she looked at the art closely, going from piece to piece. Then he gave him the bunt sign: The Suicide Squeeze. I showed him in and we sat at the snack bar, where I’d put out some chips and then I got out a couple of beers. The pressure I use isn't overly aggressive, but it is very persistent. “Hello, you in there?” he asked before opening the door an inch. “Yes maam, what do you need?” Tyshawn said and stood. They were formidable, no matter how much she tempted or teased, they could not be distracted. "Laura? She just prayed Ted's sperm had gotten there first as she'd taken at least a gallon of black sperm yesterday. “Oooh, a dare!” Alyssa said excitedly. She squeezed his hips possessively, he was hers, without help and alone in the world, nothing in his life to comfort him, save for her and her cock. Her ass looked spectacular from my vantage point and I am sure her smooth shaven indian pussy looked amazing from his. She was a busty girl, like her mother, though she hid it by wearing a blouse one or two sizes bigger than she needed. You’re not my baby girl anymore.” She cupped her daughter’s cheek, and then gave her a final kiss, “You and Angela go have fun,” she sniffled, “we’ll meet at The Oxehead’s Inn tonight.” Suddenly she tensed and I sensed something was not right. Instead of a shot, I ordered Jack and Coke. Hell, her father had been accused of touching a school girl back in Kassan so if he liked it, then these men would go crazy!