That's when he offered me the ride home. I accepted and walked with him to his truck. it growled in a good way when he fired it up, and we sat there u...ntil the heater took care of the mist on the windows. He asked my if I went to the Book Store often, and mentioned that he went there from time to time hoping for a little oral pleasure. 'That's funny I responded, I go there from time to time hoping to give a little 'oral pleasure.' We laughed, but I knew what was coming, he picked an out of the. .. CRACK ... This was the sort of noise one should make if he was trying to attract attention and asking for help. The noise suggested that a woman was doing the shooting, since the noise was the kind of sound made by a very small caliber gun, such as a .22 caliber cartridge.They rode toward the noise and found a woman lying on the ground near a seemingly healthy horse. "Howdy, Ma'am. What seems ta be yer problem? Yer hoss shore looks OK." Oh, thank the Lord that I was finally heard. I've been. Then, seven months ago, a European guy wrote to me. His name is Timothy Kline, from Liverpool, England. He is a 36-year-old guy, bald, big (1.85m, so much taller than me) and also quite fat.A real English man I would say. Although he is from England, he actually lived in Prague, the Czech Republic where he works at a big company as an assistant manager.We started to talk on Skype, we 'met' each other via webcam and I have to say, he looked very white to me. He is very friendly though, quite. John moved over to his desk and pulled out his digital camera from the desk drawer. Pictures would work, he thought. Hummm, but how to know when to go to the motel?As the chief investigator for the base, John could pretty much leave his desk when he wanted to without checking with any supervisor. He began by surveilling the motel every day around noon because that was when Jim had first noticed the cars there. After two weeks he found out that Mrs. Williams got a room every fourth Wednesday for.