„Ich muss Dir wirklich mal sagen, dass ich Dir sehr dankbar bin. Für alles, was Du für mich in letzten Jahr getan hast", meint Birgit.„Ach, Quat...sch, sind doch Kleinigkeiten", antworte ich.„Nein, wirklich, Du warst mir eine so wichtige Stütze in dieser schwierigen Zeit. Ohne Dich wäre das alles gar nicht möglich gewesen."„Ist schon okay", meine ich. „Ich frage mich, wie ich Dir meine Dankbarkeit zeigen kann", spricht Brigit weiter.„Das ist schon okay, wirklich. Sag einfach ‚Danke' und dann ist. Are they guarding the stones?I continue to make some observations in the notebook, as well as fleshing out some other less formulated ideas. I'm pulled out of my theorizing by a slight buzzing sound. Looking around me as fast as I can (mysterious buzzing can mean tons of things, none good) I started to hone in on the noise. A tree, slightly off the path, seemed to be the epicenter.Walking along the grass towards it, I couldn't help but wonder. Could trees actually be able to communicate? Or was. Then I saw something coiled up next to her leg. I quickly examined this and figured it was a whip, but part of it went under her leg and it look like it might be plugging her ass. That got me hard as a rock as if I wasn't already. I then removed the mask and closed the tanks valve. I looked at the disc and wondered if I was doing the right thing.I mean it's a crime to send a person threw the mail. I know there are those that do that and few are ever discovered and even fewer are prosecuted, but. And if I were Jason, I damn sure would want to get a piece of Matt. How dare Matt bring another guy to this house. I would be fine if he brought one of these fast ass girls home, but not another guy. Was my mouth and ass not good enough for him? The worst thing about this whole situation is that they probably messed around in the same bed that Matt and I sleep in. Time seemed to have just stopped. It was half past noon, and Matt still hadn't come back, even though he said that he would be.