That also meant I couldn't go for an evening meal at the pub, for by that time they had stopped serving.I explained the situation to the mother and fa...her, but they just shrugged their shoulders, so I told them to stuff the room and left, still with four days rent paid. I drove to the Railway station and used the washrooms to shower and get dressed in clean clothes. That night I was able to get a meal but slept in the van's back among my tools. That was quite a feat for a six-foot three male in. Until she saw Cobs Cock.Officer Coxx (Really Coxx that was what was on her name tag)stood there looking in the truck window. Her jaw dropped and hereyes widened. I was thinking maybe things are going to be OK. Icould not say this out loud as my mouth was full of cock meat.Cob was very cool about the whole thing. He obviously has beenhere before.With out saying a word Officer Coxx reaches in and touches theshaft of Cob. I give her my "come on in, honey" smile (I had todo this with my eyes. One day whilst sorting through my messages and weeding out those, whose mannerisms seemed to arrive fresh from the Stone Age, reading one conversation after another, then closing and deleting them, I then got to this one that just said “Hello” and I thought to myself “Grrrr, not another poor attempt to get my attention” but I couldn’t help clicking on the profile to take a look. There was nothing special about it, but for some reason I stopped myself from closing and deleting the short message. “Right, so I am supposed to tell you about some tidbits from the history of the sisterhood. You don’t know who the Comte de St Germain is, so let’s start with him.” She captured Laura’s attention when she said ‘history of the sisterhood’. She nodded, and knew that Iratze didn’t need her to talk to keep a conversation going. “He’s fairly popular amongst conspiracy theorists of a certain bent,” she said. “Let’s not even travel in that direction. I’ll stick to the Count’s story. He achieved his.