" Flagler didn't like me much. The feeling was mutual. His real first name was "Carol," but the kids had made fun of his seemingly feminine name."No, ...o," I said. "He didn't kick my ass. He punched my head several times." You're a fucking faggot; you know that?" I'm sure that would come as a surprise to Kirsten Kennedy, Carol." Are you saying that you're fucking her?" What? No! Nothing like that." It had honestly never occurred to me that someone might try to spin my statement that way. I was. ’ She left and I was alone in my room, unsure what to do with myself. I wasn’t particularly tired, despite the sexual workout I had had. So I lay on my bed, half-naked, eating the room service I had ordered and watching the TV. There was nothing good on, there never was. I was considering going down to the hotel bar for a drink when there was a knock at the door. Puzzled, I walked over and undid the latch, opening the door. Standing there was Judy Reyes. I smiled at her and quickly took in her. She also dabbled in karate just to learn the basic forms of self defense."Okay, he kills elsewhere but dumps them here for some reason." I don't know if there is a remote thing that relates to this case but Paula found some buried treasure at this site. They were all gold certificates in five to five hundred dollar bills and all coins were from 1964 and before. The banks counted out over fifteen thousand dollars but they're worth a hell of lot more to the coin collectors. It will appear in the. . Wanting you forever, til the very endMy love for you can’t be wrongStill wanting you - wanting you -Always wanting you - wanting youThey were still standing and applauding when I stared playing my next number... I can’t stop loving you ©1957 Don GibsonI can’t stop loving youSo I’ve made up my mindTo live in memoryOf such an old lonesome timeI can’t stop wanting youIt’s useless to saySo I’ll just live my lifeIn dreams of yesterday.Those happy hoursThat we once knewThough long ago,They still.