First? I asked. She just giggled and rushed me to her computer to show me his picture. He was a good looking guy with a shaved head that appeared to b... in his early 30’s. I asked are you sure? And she said yes. She scrolled through several pictures including one of his cock. Though he was slightly larger than me at 8”, he didn’t seem to be any thicker. She told me his name was Darren and he could meet with us Saturday during the day and that she agreed to meet at a hotel not far from our house.. Then Christine suggested that we get going. The bluff that she was talking about was a good hour walk from her home.When we got out of sight of her mother Christine took my hand in hers. Then she started telling me about her life. Her mother had started that conversation during diner but Christine had cut her off. She told me about her father dying young and her growing up without a father. She told me about the problems between the Indians and the town people and that she was often treated. All of the farm?s milk maids hadtheir hands up and were pushed towards the truck by these villains. They wereherded into the truck and driven off. It was only then that the farmhand wasable to call us. Unfortunately the police did not succeed in spotting thetruck.? The Great Detective looked critically at the Inspector. The Inspectorlooked embarrassed. ?As a result of confusion over the call, the police thoughtthat the caller had said that eight milk shakes had been stolen. As a result. ."And I want to be your friend!!!" responded Robin Goodfellow from the other side of Noor's bed.She turned around surprised to find him not only sat down next to her by her bedside but also carrying a plate with slice of chocolate cake on it, with a small silvery fork impaled on top of it."Your favorite Noor!!! Chocolate cake!!!" offered Robin Goodfellow.Noor stared at the chocolate cake. It looked delicious but she still asked herself whether she was dreaming or perhaps Robin Goodfellow was.