I know what that means.’ ‘You do, Annie?’ ‘Yes. We both do. It means we have something of consequence to discuss. I didn’t have anything, so...you must have. ‘Fess up.’ ‘Alright, alright. I don’t know where to start, though.’ ‘The beginning works for me.’ ‘Annie, have you any idea how annoying you are?’ ‘Yeah, some. Come on.’ So I started. I told her about Birch, in the park. About the knife, and the game. I told her about the embarrassingly desperate masturbation when I got home. I carried on. Gen and I were only going out for a couple of drinks. At a neighbor’s, we had slightly overdone it, when celebrating the holiday the night before. We’d been lazing around the apartment most of the day, when we decided to go out as a ‘spur the moment thing’.We were on our second drink when this gorgeous guy strolled in, causing both of us to look twice. His handsome face wasn’t the first thing that caught my attention. He was built like an Adonis. Maybe it was the way his clean, white T-shirt. I said "what the hell Is going on" she smiled and laughed. Really Wendy who the hell was that and what is going on. She laughed again and said he is someone with a big fucking black dick unlike you and I am fucking him to stay satisfied and if you know what is good for your little cock sissy ass you will lick my pussy clean. I stood there for a second thinking how and what but in my mind I already knew I couldn't satisfy her with my cock and knew she had been fucking around with my friends for. The confounded fellow must be somewhere. Or can he have got away over the roof?" Impossible, Monsieur le Prefet," said a third voice, which Don Luis recognized as that of Weber, the deputy chief detective. "Impossible. We made certain yesterday, that unless he has wings..." Then what do you think, Weber?" I think, Monsieur le Prefet, that he is concealed in the house. This is an old house and probably contains some safe hiding-place..." Of course, of course," said M. Desmalions, whom Don Luis,.