Betty Lou put her hand on my arm as I started to get up. The rest of the gang wandered off."Have you talked to Missy today?" she asked.I shook my head... "I tried, a bit, in English. Should I try harder?" I haven't seen her say two words to anyone, and her 'friends' are shunning her." She split out of English and World History before I could say more than 'Hi.' I don't have any more classes with her today." She looked a little down in math last period, and I noticed she didn't even come in here. She even goes back up and to Amsterdam to collect study books. Susanne and I have adjacent rooms in a nearby modern monestry. It never saw any steady inhabitant monks.Susanne and I share a thin wall between us, so often I have to listen in to late night Rob's intoxicated quarrels.Susanne embarrasses me at moments, when I try to come on a foxy fantasy of having her in her hot sphincter.Susanne breaks my heart, when I hear her crying. Minutes later by her moaning, during a ferocious. Spinning, falling. Spinning falling. The image repeated in her dream until she thought she would scream.The wheels touching the pavement had jolted her awake. She was in Greece.Rebecca tried to come to grips with the utter foreignness of Athens. It was a different world than Edinburgh. Scotland felt like home. Greece was foreign. She was isolated and alone. She had no concept of what time it was and was confused over directions. The travel agent had given her a map, but she was unable to even. “Hi Mick. What can I do for you?”“I just had a short talk with my wife. She said that the guys at the place she worked were running numbers for some gang. I thought that you should know in case you didn’t.”“We knew they were crooked, but this will help. Have you told the police?”“Nope. I’m still your client, right?”“Yes. Why?”“I did something that might start some trouble.”“What did you do?” He asked tentatively.“I got into the room of the guy that killed the cop and tried to kill Renee. I told.