The County Recorder

Peter Littleton sat at the table beside Katie timidly. God, she looked so hot, with those big sweater puppies so close by ... but he had to be good. He'd known her since grade school after all, and the only reason they were so close is he wasn't the asshole.

Katie flipped through the records, sighing. She hated how the state did records. Not in any **** records. What happened to him? Why did he disappear? Why had he abandoned them. It was at the end of the day, a change of name form. Douglas Lancaster to Dana. What the hell, Katie thought, looking at the record.