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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on Apr 7, 2008 19:16:40 GMT -5
She glanced back at him, and her eyes were dry again.
"He touched me," she whispered. She reached towards his hand, her fingers shaking, and placed it against her side, in the barely noticeable curve of her waist. "...like this."
"And then he..." She swallowed, looked at his hand, and then at the floor.
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Apr 7, 2008 19:20:06 GMT -5
*Guido clenched his teeth and pulled back his hand. He felt an increasing urge to beat the crap out of the swine who had attacked the poor little child. He had to force himself to speak calmly.*
"And then he what?" *He asked.*
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on Apr 7, 2008 19:24:44 GMT -5
"And then he kissed me," she whispered. "And then he left."
Another tear slipped down her cheek.
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Apr 7, 2008 20:17:17 GMT -5
*Guido tried to control the wrath he felt growing inside her. He struggled to speak normal to the poor little girl, and wiped the tears away from her face with his handkerchief.*
"Signorina. What did this man look like?"
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on Apr 8, 2008 17:24:30 GMT -5
She shrugged, though her shoulders were shaking a little.
"It was dark," She told him, "but he had big fingers. Big big fingers. And a head shaped like a brick."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Apr 8, 2008 17:28:36 GMT -5
*Guido looked at her. He spoke calmly.*
"That wasn't much to work with. Did you see his haircolor, or his eyecolor? Had he long or short hair? What skin color did he have? Was he tall or short, fat or slim? What clothes did he wear? Tell me everything you can remember."
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on Apr 8, 2008 17:32:50 GMT -5
"He had dark hair, I guess," she mumbled. "And orange skin. Not really orange, but fake colored, like a doll. A scary doll."
She looked at him again, biting her lip.
"Do I really have to answer all this?"
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Apr 8, 2008 17:37:30 GMT -5
*Guido looked warmly at her and stroke her hair gently. His voice was mild and understanding.*
"Signorina, I understand this is hard for you. But every piece of information you can give us, will help us catch that man faster. And when we send him to prison, he can't ever come back to hurt you again."
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on Apr 8, 2008 17:45:43 GMT -5
"But it was dark." Her voice was worried and her words were coming out too fast. "It was dark, dark and I couldn't see. I'm sorry I'm sorry. Does that mean he's coming back?"
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Apr 8, 2008 17:56:32 GMT -5
*Guido wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, as he did with his own children when they had nightmares. His voice was warm and comforting.*
"No, He will never come back and bother you again. We will see to that. Either we can move you to somewhere you can feel safe, or we could place a policedog in here when you are alone, so the dog can keep watch over you."
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on Apr 8, 2008 18:33:48 GMT -5
"I don't like dogs." She shooked her head and pouted a little.
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Post by Guido Brunetti on Apr 8, 2008 18:49:40 GMT -5
*Guido looked at her, a little surprised.*
"Why don't you like dogs, signorina? Are you afraid of them? The police doesn't have any watch cats I'm afraid...."
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on May 11, 2008 0:38:35 GMT -5
"I don't like cats much, either," she said with a tiny smile.
"Can I--can we talk about this some other time? I want to go away, maybe go for a walk or something," she shrugged a little, then smiled again, "I promise I won't get lost this time."
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Post by Guido Brunetti on May 11, 2008 0:41:45 GMT -5
*Guido smiled friendly.*
"Certainly, Signorina. I have to go to work now, but I'll come back later and see if everything is fine."
*He rubbed her hair gently, and was gone.*
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Post by Little Red Riding Hood on May 11, 2008 0:45:10 GMT -5
She smiled to herself after he left, then stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her.
Wiping her eyes, she started walking away from her room, without focusing much on where she was going.
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