MIA

I lost my weenie! He’s MIA! Has any one seen him? Kinda short, curly hair, funny face? No? I didn’t think so, you’d remember him. I can’t believe he’s gone! And the school claims that I picked him up. Aren’t they supposed to check licenses or something? Maybe that’s who I should sue when this is all over and done with, the school!

So far I’ve checked all the usual places he might go. The arcade, the park, the adult video store he tries to sneak into, and we all know he has no friends so that was one less place to look. He’s nowhere to be found!

So I decided to stop for something to eat. A blueberry muffin sounded good, and here I am, sipping my latte and eating my muffin and thinking about where my kid could be. I don’t think going to the cops would be a good idea. Linderman has to be behind it. Who knows what he’s doing to Micah as I eat this muffin and check my Myspace! He could be like one of those guys on Dateline’s to catch a predator, and Micah being my son, it’s no wonder why he’d want him! My son will be scarred! Emotionally and possibly physically depending on what sick games Linderman likes to play with his young victims!

For now I can just hope that he’s is more of a voyeur type and Micah’s just dressing up as a cowboy or something while Linderman takes a few snap shots. Just hold on baby, mama will find you, right after I add Primtech and finish my muffin.