Strangely I do not remember much about the man. When I was looking at him through the peep hole I didn't think much of it until my father warned me about him. So we sit in the kitchen for a short time as Thomas and the other men take notes on everything I tell them. Trey wont let me out of his sight. He insists that I sit beside him in the kitchen and even when I want to go to the bathroom he makes sure I get there safely. "You know, I know where the bathroom is," I joke. But he does not take my joke light heartily. "You never know if that i***t is here somewhere. For all we know, he could be in the house, hiding under your bed," says Trey in an annoyed voice. I nod. I suppose he is right. I just feel very safe now that everyone else is here so I am letting my guard down.
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