Then I realized that I didn't even know her name, she introduced herself as, Helen.We walked half a minute walk to the house. Peter wanted to smoke a ...igarette, so I put a little stone on the door that it would not close and he would get in after he is finished. Helen and I went inside, took the elevator to the fourth floor, and went into my apartment. I left the apartment door open for Peter.I took three cans of beer from the fridge, gave one to Helen, and sat on the couch. Helen took the can. Look, I live nearby. Maybe you could call in some time this week and we can chat a bit? I mean I'm sure you've a busy schedule, I don't want to impose...' 'Oh no no no no no! That's not a problem. No, it's really important you get to discuss what you've been thinking about. What days are good for you? I can do tomorrow...' Before he had given it a further thought, she had scribbled down her address on the back of a business card (she made and sold her own jewellery, it turned out, in the style. He had pushed it too far and shown his true colors. He even had me on the side of the road, halfway home on the Sunday. I put up with it but knew that was to be the last time."When I dragged my case through the door at home though, I knew I was too late. My mother met me at the door and I saw the anger in her eyes. I had no idea how she knew, but was in no doubt we had been found out. But she didn’t say anything, which I can’t forgive her for. She should have talked to me and supported. From his dark profile, Dale could see that he was a big guy with bulging muscles. From the outline of his head, he had a Mohawk haircut. Oddly, he also had an hourglass waistline, like a girl.“Who are you?” asked Dale. “Are you one of Stu’s clan?”He turned to leave again.“Don’t go,” said Dale.He turned back again to face into the room and approached Dale’s bed.Up close in the moonlight, Dale could see he was wearing a black sweatshirt with the arms ripped off, and tight black sweatpants. Like.