But you know what? I’ve never done that. Yes, ‘stuff’ that I’ve learned from my life itself does add to the flavor of the books I write, but y...u know what people say- truth is stranger than fiction. Anyway, I really should begin the story now. My name is Buck, but that hardly matters as the story isn’t really about me...In my high school years, there were two girls who hung together like they were joined at the hip. You remember a pair of them from your own youth, no doubt. Goon, who’s name was. He, though he hadn’t said anything to anyone about it, had had a crush on her too. He often entertained thoughts of marriage, one day, to this girl. Her hips were just about eye level with him, when her hands suddenly slipped. Purely out of the need to catch her when she fell, he let go of the rope and stretched his arms up to do so. Somehow she half turned as she fell towards the floor and the safety mat below.She screamed as she began to fall and screamed again when she landed on top of him.. As prepared as Winter is, Spencer figures they are expecting him. As he approaches, he sticks to the shadows and plant growth while lights flood the entire area. They are waiting for me or they just like to keep the place bright. Like in Novosibirsk, he takes some time watching the patterns of guard movement. The movement is erratic and after thirty minute, Spencer gives up trying to find a pattern.Dawn is beginning to break—the element of night is fading. He decides to get moving despite. " But, Freddie, you know what the Kuhtian's think of women. If it's Council Members or the like that are involved, I won't have a chance to get close to anything that's going on." Ellie folded her arms, convinced that she'd produced a winning point."True," said Clegg. "But, from what Henry said, I don't think that's what is happening. This sounds like a little private enterprise from Lauren and sweet little Victoria. If it is, you'll be ideally placed to sort it out. As a woman. Besides if.