Mr. Olsen was an old man that lived alone. He was pretty mean looking and often liked to scare away kids. His house was huge and had a gorgeous garden...full of fruits. But the main attraction was a big peach tree that held the most delicious looking peaches ever."Ok now I'm gonna grab some first and I'll hand them to you. Put them in this bag here." Tommy said pulling out a plastic bag from his pocket."Yes I know. Now hurry up I don't want to get caught." Valerie was still paranoid.Tommy looked. The wolf inside him howled with rage, insisting that he run, that he let it take over. It knew what to do. But, with his stomach momentarily sated, Cameron maintained control.The sounds of those boots -- why had he assumed they were dress heels? -- came closer, and the wolf only allowed him a glimpse before it pulled him away from the stairway and into the basement. All Cameron needed to see was Lana coming around the corner, pulling a sleek, deadly throwing knife from one of her many. It was Lebanese. As Ientered, the smell of sick assailed me. I picked my way to a seat overpackages of all sorts of strange goods strewn about the gangway. I wentto the loo and found many bottles of perfume. I doused my handkerchiefin one and returned to my seat. As we attained altitude, the smellsseemed to fade. We flew along the coast, over endless mangrove swampsand estuaries, sandy beaches and small villages. Eventually we landedat Bathurst, now called Banjul in the Gambia. Then on to. If you need anything just let me know I'll be in my room just across the hall." "You're not going to give me a tour of your room?" She asks in disappointment"Maybe another time… Ms. Hill" "Okay…" She responds. She smiles at him watching him step back and shut the door."I'll just give you some privacy now." He says closing the door tight."Woah!..." He releases a silent deep sigh of relief. David goes to his room to take off his suit and get in the shower before he heads to sleep. doing so,.