I walked around in this area rarely, cause I preferred to make my contacts in the parking lot and then hid myself with my fucker in the wood. Sasha B....went immediately into the forest and looked for a guy there. So it was harder for us to come together. I always had the misfortune that he had to park more remote from me because of space problems , by means it was difficult for me to get his attention. Other stupid coincidences to avoid a meeting did the rest. Sometimes I could watch him from. Closer study of the markings allowed me to identify them as a small scene - almost like a nativity. It was definitely a baby lying in a crib of some description but I couldn't make out any more than that.I returned the stone to my pocket for now and got up to head downstairs before Mom shouted for me again.The last few days before Christmas passed quickly. I shared all of the details of my second trip to Gael with Brenda. She, of course, interrogated me once again to find out all of the. Buddy snatched his hand back, but too late - blood welled between the fingers of his other hand as he held his right."You fucking monsters!" the coed was screaming now. Her high-pitched voice was almost comically screeching at us, "You two assholes are going to pay for what you've done to me! You'll rot in prison, you fucking assholes. I know your names - Sam and Buddy. Well, Sam and Buddy, I hope you two get raped every day in prison."With her left hand she was turning the motel door's knob,. "Good afternoon, Sir," I greeted him. "My name is Dr John Watson, and..." And this would be the esteemed Mr Sherlock Holmes," the man completed my half of the introductions as he strode across the room to shake hands with Holmes. "Thank God, for I have come to the right place. Gentlemen, I require your assistance in a matter of the greatest delicacy." Welcome to Baker Street, Lord Palmerston," Holmes began with a twist of a smile curling the corner of his mouth. "As you can see, Watson and I.