Yeah, Reddick and I disagree about the principles by which people should live, but we've never let that difference of opinion be a barrier to our frie...dship. Or, at least, we've tried."It's not that," Reddick sighed, her blue eyes meeting Osterman's brown ones. "You know me. I can get along with anybody- it doesn't matter what they're like. As long as they accept me, I do the same for them." Right," Osterman smiled. That was one of the things she liked best about Reddick. The blonde was devoted. “You should be interested in a bound manuscript in the library archives by a Ben Wills. I’m sure you will make the connection. When you do, I’ll be waiting.” His casual smile returned. “Waiting for you in Greece.”Wednesday, 10 August 1955, Edinburgh, ScotlandHiding. Waiting behind one of the great columns that supported the rotunda of the library—Rebecca could feel his sinister presence. Her footsteps echoed in the hollow chamber beneath the great domed ceiling. Some elderly librarian would. A large drop fell onto her neck and trickled down the middle of her back, causing her to shiver and bringing her out in goose bumps. A flash of blinding blue lightning clapped through the sky and was followed momentarily by the deep rumble of thunder signifying the storm is very close. Within moments, the gentle rain became a solid downpour, pounding into the lake with a deafening roar. She began to jog across the field, heading toward a group of trees just a few hundred feet ahead. The thunder. Impossible I thought! Or was it? I was so confused, had the group of men ****d my wife . . . or had she been a willing participant and enjoyed every minute of it? I was torn between getting up and walking out . . . and yet desiring to stay to hear the whole lurid story. For some reason I choose the latter.“Yes sir Brian, I have to admit that I had one huge hardon develop in my ball pants as I watched your hot wife perform . . . so I naturally figured since it was my place and my neighbor . . ..