.. It was as if he was seeing his home.”So the guy’s a mystic about his family. I can think of much worse things.The accommodations? This is Uncle...Jan’s ‘formal’ home, and we find ourselves in a guest room that is quaint in that it is purely Norsk in layout, right up to the enclosed beds. It’s meticulously neat and clean and smells of rich wood and I’m spoiled.Cindy’s spoiled the next day. We meet Bjorn, whom I’ve talked with on the phone and shared emails, but he does something totally. “You believe there is no way they could have tracked you.”“Anyone with your resources could track us. It’s not like we’ve been hiding,” Keith said. Agent Fry sat back in the chair in his room at the Sheraton in Mainz. Keith sat on the sofa facing him. Agent Holtz sat quietly nearby, observing the exchange. Either the room had been made up before he got there this morning, or the Homeland Security agent had not slept in his bed. Either way, it looked much like any other hotel room in the world. ”This shocked me. She was hurt, raped, murdered, at just 15 years old. And then given a horrific immortal life of massacre. How could she thank him for the evil of a vampiric life?“W-hy?”“Because now, I can have whatever, whomever I want. And I can have these things and people, for as long as I want. Because I can have them forever. And I know it sounds bratty and childish, but I always wanted to be a princess. And now I am, and I love my life.”“And what did Jackson do?” I asked fearfully. “Oh. I was certainly enjoying it.One day Mum was wearing a short golf skirt, a style of garment that she had never worn before that spring. I was lying on the carpet watching TV when she bent over to pick up the Sunday newspaper that was lying on the floor nearby. The paper was in several sections, she picked up each one separately. She bent straight over from the waist and the short skirt went way up over her thighs, even revealing the twin crescents of her white panties. I leaned forward to get a.