.? ‘Piss off.’‘Oouchh!’ This fuckin’ kick hurt.The bitch was lucky she was wearin’ stilettos or I’d stomp her ass.‘Wasssiat?’‘U...p.’Up! Fuck ‘up’! I was fuckin’ tired. I drifted.‘OouchhH!!’ Fuck, that hurt.‘Squoots!’ Hadda be fuckin’ Squoots.Now knowing there was no way out, I rolled to a sitting position.‘Where’re the God Damn keys?’‘I don’t have any ‘God Damn’ keys.’‘OOouuchhH!` Right in the fuckin’ nuts!‘The Corniche, you miserable asshole, the Corniche.’‘You gottem.’‘Aaargghh!’ I. Connie, who apparently had been somewhat skeptical of the Wells family spirituality, was becoming intrigued. Connie started asking questions. Some of her questions were quite basic and some were very sophisticated. Connie was really ‘one smart cookie.’ I later learned that while Barbara was expected to be her class valedictorian, Connie was expected to be the salutatorian. Our discussions went far and wide. At one point we discussed the idea sometimes called ‘the planes of manifestation’. I. "First, you need to take this man in for questioning and find out everything he knows about who alerted him about our arrival. When you have found out everything you can, take him and the other men that were with him and keep them incommunicado for at least forty-eight hours. Keep me posted as long as I am within the ability to take your call. Let's get my airplane under cover, find my pilot comfortable quarters and get me somewhere so I can initiate the process for why I am here."Investigator.