.. I am the library of the world, all the books that have been I have in my memory, along with all the books that could be ... and all the books that ...ill be." He said and it took a few moments before I caught on."You mean that there is a history book that details all this?" I asked him. "So why can't you tell me what to do and where to go?" I demanded.He turned a calm face to me. "You instructed me not to." He said.I frowned; I mean I couldn't remember doing any such thing. I mean it would. .. ooh.ohh... ooohh.' Richard moaned.'Aaah... hh... hh. He threw his head back. There was a pounding in his ears and his vision became blurred. Wendy felt the boy buck like a young colt beneath her buttocks. She pressed down on to his body and felt the soft lips of her vagina slide over his smooth skin.'You poor boy, you are tense aren't you, just hang on, you will come very soon.' Veronica whispered as she pressed her breasts over his chest and shoulder. Her face close to the boy's trembling. .." I could see her recalling my instructions. I had deliberately called the players on the left midfielders, but I didn't identify the ones on the right. She picked up on my clue. " ... actually, maybe the first two on the right, they're really the defense," she said with a grin."Yes! And?" And ... the only way it will work is if we talk to each other," she continued."Dead on," I said, smiling. "Well done." I looked around at the others. I saw recognition in most of their faces, but I. Anderson? I have a Mr. Chris Beaker out here ... yes Chris Beaker that's right. Well he's saying it's something to do with the Perkins detective agency ... I see sir, right sir. I'll tell him." She said and then hung up.She looked at me and then back at the diary, "I'm afraid that Mr. Anderson is rather busy at the moment, Mr. Beaker. He suggests that you make an appointment for later on in the day, I have a slot free at three p.m., is that alright?" She said looking back up at me.I could feel.