«Please, Ren! Help me find Melania, she's nowhere to be found and it's already dark! I'm scared!»
I was sprawled on the couch, jerking off while watching a video of me and Isabelle, when Elaine called in a panic about her cousin's disappearance.
Since she ran away from Cordesol Meat around noon, Melania hadn't returned home.
Elaine feared she might be trying to get back to Los Angeles to reunite with her boyfriend, though the chances she simply got lost—or worse, that some creep had taken too much interest in her already developed body—were just as concrete and disturbing.
The authorities had already been notified, of course, but every bit of help mattered.
That's why Elaine didn't hesitate to contact me, and I agreed just as quickly.
Oh, about the video I was watching… it dates back to about two years ago.
