It isn't that far from Sicamous to Kamloops; about eighty miles by road. I was in no rush since I thought I had a place to stay, The Ghost Town Lodge....It was a rustic resort ranch located in a ghost town a few miles north of Kamloops. I had a standing invitation to drop in anytime from the owner, Lew Coulson.I met Lewis Coulson during my work as an insurance investigator. He had contacted us when fire destroyed his dude ranch in 100 Mile House and we were the insurance carrier. Lew suspected. You are ready for Him. Stand and follow, slave!”Éowyn walked behind Khamûl, limping a bit from soreness but suddenly (and unwisely) curious about what was to come. The first stage? What else is there except more of the same?“Who is he?” The moment the words left her lips she knew it was a mistake, confirmed when a reflexive slap sent her tumbling into the wall.“You already know Him.”Éowyn rubbed her cheek, grateful for the immediacy of her correction, yet she couldn’t remember meeting, or even. “Look, I am sorry about Tiger” he said “I don’t know why he approaches women like that”. “Where did you get him?” I asked. He was my sister’s dog but she moved into an apartment and couldn’t keep him” he said. “Oh I see” I said and I did see “so he hasn’t been fixed and he gets frustrated and needs a bitch”. He looked at me “how do you know?” he asked. “Well he is obviously horny” I said “you get horny and want a woman. He gets horny and wants a bitch. It is normal honey”. He smiled “so you. . a date. Joel had a date with Cat, the administrative assistant, where he worked. Shit! Now he was in a fix. He liked Cat, she was gorgeous and sexy, and a helluva fuck. He forced that last thought from his mind. If sex was going to be like it was last night he wanted no part of it.He continued his note after he went back to his bedroom for a clean change of clothes and a bag to carry them in:He carefully folded the note in half, wrote 'Janie' on the front, and laid the note on the bathroom.