1. Court Record Chapter Seven


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: True Story, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    TRAGEDY Sarah returned to her room and moved out to a big dormer area with a lovely window adjoining her bedroom. It had been designed and outfitted as a reading area. This was a favorite spot. She brought book after book here and spent hours lost in their tales; big soft chair, good music, wonderful natural light by day and very good reading lamp at night. Because of the design of the old estate her windows were really on the fourth floor as you looked at the back of the house. It was fun when she was younger to be up that high, to stand near the window, open it all the way and for a moment take flight; out over the car park, and on over the rolling sheep field behind. Tonight it was completely black as she opened the window and stood there looking. She wanted to see if she could pick out the farm trail that she had taken that first day. She stood with the window open letting the night air move past her dreaming, worrying, and wondering. She could not imagine the peril that Scotty was facing; or would be facing, once the authorities found her note was misleading and came back seeking the truth. As she stood in the darkened dormer area, her eyes began to adjust. She could begin to see some light outside…she could see shapes and images. Mentally she tried to calculate which direction she had ridden that day. It was not too hard. The estate was on the very top of a considerable hill and her ride had been straight out past the sheep pasture, through that old gate and then ...
    to the left. The old gravel road had been pretty straight as it descended down into the valley. It was getting later, it was full dark night, now, it was a cloudless night with no moon; she was momentarily amazed at how well she could see as her eyes corrected for the light level. Foot by foot, yard by yard, mile by mile she reconstructed her ride. Thought by thought she moved along the route of her historic bike ride. Everything momentarily stopped for Sarah as off in the distance; way down in the valley, she could see the glow. Not a bright glow as from artificial lights, but the glow of a fire. How big was it? She had no idea; she had no standard of comparison. She had never studied much of anything out this window at night. She was terrorized by the glow. Minutes passed as she stood worrying becoming more and more convinced that the glow was a fire and it was collocated with her very best guess as to where Apple Valley Farms might be. Slowly terror over took her. Could the law have come back to question Scott and tried to arrest him? Could he have holed up in the house, or the barn, and tried to fight it out? One scenario followed another as she studied the distant glow and allowed the bad plots of several novels to interfere with her good thinking. It would not be the first time authorities burned a suspect out of a building. An hour past as her tension and fears grew beyond comprehension. Jayson was the only possible source for answers. Sarah rarely used the internal ...
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