If you had beenkilled, especially in these circumstances, dressed as a woman, it wouldhave given me huge headaches. It would have been difficult for y...urfamily and friends to understand, which is even more to the point.I need you to understand that we plan carefully for a reason. Now for thecongratulations, we are certain that we have got our man. He has carriedout at least three murders and we have already recovered the hammer thathe used in at least one of the murders and the knife that he. Suffice it to say I have had wonderful years with Sherlock and all of the awards and trophies now adorn my home.One curious thing though.I have never had a hangover since having Sherlock.Provided he licks my face before I go to sleep it does not matter how much I have had to drink I never suffer for it.Out of curiosity I sent a sample of his saliva for analysis and it appears that it contains a protein molecule that is a guaranteed cure for hangovers.I told you at the beginning that Sherlock is. ‘No thank you,’ Tracey replied politely, her voice with just a tremble, ‘I’m waiting for someone.’ The man who sat down next to Tracey was not just any man, he was the President of Satan’s Servants and was called Lucifer. He had been watching Tracey since she entered the bar. His eyes had undressed her and imagined what those huge tits looked like without that sweater. After being assured she was alone, he decided to find out. ‘Well, maybe I’m who you’re waiting for’ Lucifer said and . ‘This is hopeless; I can’t sleep.’ I thought.I was on holiday at the family lake house in the middle of July. My older cousin was visiting with his girlfriend, Emily. She was about to head off on a trip around the world so I suppose they were trying to spend some time together before she left.I had just turned seventeen and was about to go into the eleventh grade. I was having the time of my life hanging out with my cool older cousin and his insanely hot girlfriend.We had spent most of our time.