How the call goes and to what she agree?

– ... when did the disappearance occur?

– About 3 hours ago - you could hear the panic in her voice

– Okay, now I would like his personal details

– So his name is Dave Reyes, he is 18 years old...

– Wait a minute. Wait! Some 18 year old brat disappeared for about 3 hours and you call the police?

– Well, only that...

– He could have gone for a walk or something. Since he is the son of that faggot Mark, I do not think, in fact I am certain that his son does not have a rich social life either, not to mention that he has nothing to brag about in his pants like his father.

– Please do not say that Mike, this is really serious...

– The very fact that I answered the phone and take YOU seriously is a waste of my time and the time of the police services in general. You should be punished, unless you make it up to me, then this time won't be wasted...

– Fine, fine! Yes, I'll pay you back. Just listen to me, help me, I'm really worried. Today is his first day in the new city. He arrived somewhere in the afternoon, we spent a wonderful day together, and in the evening he said he was going for a walk to look around his new surroundings. I'm worried about him.

– Ehh.. fine, please describe his appearance

– So...

It dawned on her then that she was somehow trapped. Of course, on the one hand she had to give his appearance so that the services could find her stepson, (let's remember that she's not stupid enough not to notice how disgusting Otto is, but too nice to draw attention to it in any way), but on the other hand she didn't want to, because then she would personally insult her husband with the appearance of his offspring. What did she think Mike would use to further insult her beloved.

– What's wrong Olivia? You've gone off in your thoughts again, and they're echoing in your head? - (he also knew she wasn't too intelligent) - is this Dave also some kind of loser

– Not at all, he's the nicest, sweetest, polite young gentleman I've ever met...

– But I don't care about his personality, I care about his looks. You know. Race, height, appearance, clothing, probable weight, hair, complexion or other details

– Well, ahem... He's got dirty brown hair, he's quite short and... and wide

– Phew... Interesting, can you be more specific about his height?

– By the looks of it, he's about 5'4" - she gave him 2 inches

– Hehe... ahem, anything else? - he began to suspect that she was afraid to talk about his appearance, and considering that he was Mark's offspring, he took pleasure in it - Any other additional information, we need to know her. Face, clothing, appearance, anything. Even the smallest information can speed up the process of finding him

– ... - she had an internal conflict. Although (as we already know) she had absolutely nothing against Otto's appearance, but somehow she didn't want to share this information - "Dave's help is more important than my fears" - so she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and started giving "additional information" about this subhuman as if she was chanting - He wears a stained T-shirt, dirty shorts. He has a chubby face, covered in pimples, warts and blackheads. His skin and generally complexion is greasy.

Mike was completely stunned, not even by the fact of what he heard, but by how Olivia, the biggest sex bomb on this estate, was talking about some outcast, a total freak and saying it so nonchalantly. As if she wasn't surprised by the fact that such a hideous mutant was in her presence. In total shock he added

– Maybe you could also tell me that he gives off an unpleasant smell all the time, a terrible stench surrounding him like a barrier or a dome?

– ... - she didn't pay attention to this terrible odor, every time she sensed it her underdeveloped mind would delete this information. It was a form of self-defense against the vinegary scent that was destroying brain cells, resulting from his constant sweating and general lack of hygiene. Because of this "self-defense system" she didn't think at all that Dave/Otto was producing it. However, something prevented her from denying this cruel, yet accurate statement. This silence also surprised the already confused policeman.

– Okay, listen baby bunny. We're already busy and we don't have time to chase after Shrek, but I think even he's more attractive than that monster you call your stepson. No please Mike I really need your help...

– It hasn't even been 24 hours to even consider this a serious disappearance.

– Please. I beg you... my brave officer Mike - she didn't like calling him by title but she knew he did. She had to try anything.

– Okay - it worked, he even got a little stiff - I'll go and look for him, I think such an abomination will be easy to notice

– Although I'd rather you stop these insults I still thank you

– However, considering that I'll be chasing some mythological monster, I want to agree on my remuneration

– W-what do you mean?

– You know it very well, my little curvy bunny

– Okay, I agree. If anything, can it be at my place? - she wanted to protect herself from recognition and gossip, if someone saw them together outside

– That suits me, see you later. Also this conversation was recorded as proof but I will download it mostly due to our agreement. Are you okay with that, I can even send you this recording too.

– Sure, sure - she would agree to anything right now

– And there is one last thing.

– What now?

– You are already mine, bye! - quickly hung up.

– "What a jerk, I belong to Mike and no one else" - as she said it, strange unpleasant shivers and pressure she felt on her magnificent nipples and strange visions of Dave flew through her mind. Olivia, however, happy that this uncomfortable conversation was over and full of hope for finding the missing prick. Now stood like a stray and thought - "What now?"