Now, as per our deal, it was my turn. I had watched the house for several weeks to find out how the get togethers happened. They had quite a neat litt...e system going, Dr. Prick would park in a camping area in the state forest about 200 yards behind my house. Then he would, un-noticed by anyone, hop over our chain link fence, and sneak in the back door.We came up with a plan, and it had all of us laughing our asses off. Sal got some barbed nail plates from a source about which he refused to. There is no doubt inmy mind that the final product has gained considerably from Peter Z's contribution.So, here's a big 'Thank you' to you, Peter Z! By the way: The story is written in British English, so don't blame PeterZ if you come across a word which looks 'kind of weird'. The British spellingand any errors which still made it into the published text are entirely myresponsibility. Chapter 1 Villiers-sur-Seine, the place where I was born and grew up, is a medium-sizedtown, roughly 50. What is it? A new Master of Quarry perhaps?" Regrettably, Master, there is no one I could suggest for that post," he sighed, "But I would wish to honour my Master with a gift, one which would be more personal than the hunt quarry I usually provide."The Emir nodded and murmured, "Then I will accept your gift with pleasure."Some days later, and in total ignorance of this conversation, Zeinab was bundled up in an abaya and taken in a closed van for a journey of some twenty minutes. Then she was. Linda was nodding in an exaggerated way. I smiled. "I think you should ask Linda or Elizabeth," I told Barb.Barb turned to Linda and Elizabeth. "Could I stay with one of you guys for a while?"In one motion they were all wrapped together in a hug.I think that was a 'yes'.They eventually untangled and Barb turned back to me. "Mark?" she asked. "Can we talk for a minute?" Sure..." I said. "You and me or you and them?" Ummm. You and me?"I took her hand and we walked a few feet away from Elizabeth.