I cruised up the driveway and into the open garage door, which closed behind us once we were inside the four-car garage my car looked pretty, small.Si... stepped away from the button that controlled the door and joined us. "I've disabled the alarm so lets take a tour shall we?" She asked."Whose place is this," I asked."No one's right now. It's for sale. My mom is a real estate agent and I snuck the key," Sid stated almost proudly. "We have the house to ourselves. The only thing we need to do is. “Well, okay. Any chance of me getting to meet mister good guy?” I said. I was smiling, trying to be disarming. She sighed.“I guess, one of these days,” she said.We talked for some time. It occurred to me that she wanted to talk, but at the same time was holding back to some degree fearing, I supposed, that I might be judging her. I wasn’t, but that didn’t alter the fact that she thought I might be.I’d gotten up to get us something to eat from the frig. When I called her to come and eat, she. The Indians simply could not comprehend that dogs could do so much damage, so the Great Danes were assigned the rank of demons; and everybody knew that demons were not to be trifled with!By the conclusion of the second leap from the dogs, there were only three left of the original 20 attackers, and these three Comanches were not about to wrestle with demons, so they rode away as fast as their horses could carry them. In fact, the Comanches were so panicked that one of the horses stepped into a. He always was one for a pretty face and I bet he picked that area on the Black Sea because the female companionship was plentiful and cheap.There was a note at the front desk for me informing me that an American sounding lady called simply "Patricia" had called and asked that I contact her as soon as possible. She had left her phone number as well as her room number but I already knew both but was reluctant to call without some signal from her that she was inclined for further.