"Okay, see you soon!", he hung up the phone. Of course, her English was terrible, but she knew enough to do her business. She hadn't been in the co...ntry long.This is it, 111 Fake Street. He looked at the letterbox number and pulled in with his little metallic blue Mitsubishi Mirage. He parked up, got out of the car then made his way to the front door. There was some kind of Chinese ormanentation on the door step which may have served more than decoration, he noticed.He knocked, then who. He pulled the recorder from his back pocket and turned it on, putting it in the front belly pouch of his sweatshirt. He had no intention of using the gun tucked into the small of his back. The gun and Julie's suicide note were brought as props, to confront Van with evidence of his crimes.He rang the doorbell and took two steps back. He knew that he would now be visible through the door's peephole, but he didn't expect the door to be opened for him anyway.Van Daddock was slumped in front of the. Our sound system is beyond amazing, due to my parents’ love of live concert records. My dad had it thrown in when it was built so they could lounge around listening to Clapton or Elton John. Hey, I am not complaining. They play some great music. The short of it is we have plenty of things to do. We ride our bikes into town to buy some candy or ice cream, and we even go off-roading in the Jeep if my dad is in a good mood. My biggest problem with coming to the cabin is that I am in such. " He said. I smiled because I knew his adoration came front the deepest recesses of his heart. I knew because I felt the same toward him.I bent and kissed him, saying "Go shower, I saved you a towel." I extended a hand to help him up and we kissed again. He went off to clean the juices of our love from himself. He was no more in the shower a second when I heard a knock on the wall. I went in to see what he needed."Go look in my suitcase, I left it by the door. I need real shampoo, not his fruit.