While June examined the front of the statue, Maykop walked around behind its pedestal. He examined the statue's base looking for any clues. He studied... the walls near the statue. Suddenly, something caught his eye."June, I found it," Maykop hissed from the shadows behind the statue. "Come to stand closer to the pedestal."June obeyed and stepping nearer to the statue and towards Maykop voice. "What did you find?" she whispered.June jumped slightly as she felt hands on her legs. She looked down to. The place smells a little odd, kind of like raw meat but I dont pass comment. Ah, Little red riding hood Granny says, pulling her bonnet over her head and huddling under the bedclothes. She seems a little different from usual, actually a lot different, bigger, hairier, more masculine, that sort of thing. Come here, my dear. Sit by the bed oh no I think to myself please dont ask for a sponge bath but it seemed she had something else in mind. I look at granny as I sit on the edge of the bed,. But why should I? We did talk about personal things sometimes, but mostly about the games we played or would like to be playing. As our fellow team mates said their ‘See ya laters’ and logged off the voice chat, Melissa and I were alone. I secretly cherished those moments alone with her as we talked about what went wrong and came up with better tactics for the upcoming matches. She had the sweetest voice and in my mind I pictured her as one of those hot, innocent girls who did dirty things.. Our journey on the Tube was, for me, one mixed with desire and apprehension, What if her cousin was awful, what if she disliked me, was I being used in a way that I didn’t really understand? However, Karen’s hand in mine, and her body next to mine kept my fears at bay until we arrived at her house, in a quiet suburban street not far from Finchley Central station. It looked like a typical Victorian terrace house from the outside, but it was anything but that. It had been so extensively.