I ... seem to have misplaced some of my memories.” I cricked my neck. “As for my name, it’s Resh Craig.”“Resh,” she said, quietly. “I li...ke it.”I smiled. “And yours?” I asked, my hands still placed firmly on the bed, where they would not alarm her.The woman seemed to realize her fingers were tracing a slow circle around my belly button – and this realization shattered the illusion that this was merely a medical examination. She stood, her hands vanishing behind her back. She was dressed in. She adored greyhounds because they screwed so hard and fast and she cherished wolfhounds because their pricks were huge. She liked German shepherds, black and tan hounds and Airedales. She had even been dropping hints to the effect that any respectable pet shop should have at least one pony or donkey in stock.This morning Harold had telephoned to tell her that a new Doberman had arrived--which was why Helen had been so pleased when Caroline showed up to take care of the elk hound.Now she had. He doesn't fuck with skirts at all – never did, really – and gets all bent out of shape if he hears about some sweet sixteen getting it up the ass in exchange for a ride home.I was a bit worried about bringing him on the contract with me. I mean, if he wasn't lying, he used to fuck Kaiba's kid. That's gotta be one of those things security looks out for. But security had him come into the office and grilled him for like six hours and then a couple weeks later Wheeler and Kaiba had a wicked fight. This time I do not stop to admire the layout of cabins, I just rush in to the home-coming I know is waiting for me."I am home," I sing out as I step through the door. With a quick push I slam it closed to keep the cold from drifting in.Saul is standing by the stove finishing what looks to be another tasty dish. Nimrod is in the rocking chair with a box and what looks like hand written notes. The room is illuminated by numerous candles giving the cabin a cozy golden glow."I see," Nimrod shuffles.