1. Court Record Chapter Seven


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

    authorities gotten to him? Had they burned him out? Had he been unable to explain her absence? Had there been a fight? Had he burned the place to hide evidence that might lead them to her? Was he alive? One nightmare followed by another; she tossed and turned her body soaked in sweat. She had to know more. She reached for the phone on her night stand. It was time to be more assertive with Jayson; after all she was the boss here, she needed answers. She dialed his extension and received a strange hum instead of the normal ring; she tried it again. Jayson had turned his phone off. He was fed up with the intrusions from the little spoiled kid going on and on about some little fire miles away. He was entitled to his time off and she had to settle down and quit bothering him. The remaining hours of the night were torture for Sarah. She tried every position in bed, she tried every conceivable mind trick to get to sleep, she read, or tried to read; nothing worked. The sky was just starting to get lighter with the morning, when she was startled by the phone ringing. She had ended her effort to sleep sitting in her big chair, a book had fallen onto her lap, and she was back in the nightgown. It took several rings until she realized the inevitable; Jayson had turned off the phone down in his area. He had gotten fed up with her worries, turned off his phone and gone to sleep. He could not hear this now…that guy loved his sleep and was notorious for being late getting up in the ...
    morning. Sarah made her way over to the bed side stand to pick up the phone. For the first time ever she was the lady of the house. She could handle it after all she was now, by all definition, a lady. She had become a lady in Scotty’s arms and he had taught her so much about reality. However, she would have to fake a good mature voice if she was going to speak for the household this morning, “Hello, Wanewrite residence.” She answered with authority. A very official voice on the other end responded, “Sorry to bother you so early in the morning. This is Charlotte Hammen with Children’s Services New York City. Could I speak to Cybil Wanewrite please? Holly shit, Sarah was stunned wide awake; she could hear her heart beating, her legs went weak. Cybil was not a Wanewrite. Cybil had never been referred to as a Wanewrite except in the little paper Sarah had scribbled out and given to Sheriff Henry Jacks. One by one the light bulbs came on. It all unraveled very quickly. Evidently, Jacks had called the NYPD; they had turned to Children’s Services to locate Sarah. That was one of their big jobs…to locate runaways. Children’s Services had called the condo number she had given Jacks and somehow they were referred back here to the estate. Sarah struggled to calm down. She needed her senior voice. The game was afoot as they say. It was time to do her best acting; to have her very best dialog. What she said in the next few moments would be so important for she, but more importantly for Scotty. ...
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