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There was a dog barking wildly in the distance and Peter froze in the shadows as slowly, but surely the yowling, barking and yapping passed from house to house, estate to estate, and, with the occasional farmhouse or holiday home filling in the gap, from village to village.This particular residence didn't have a dog, at least as far as Peter had managed to establish, but in any case, as a precaution, he remained still and silent until the dogs he had heard had reluctantly returned to kennels ...

Chapter One – Two Tearooms The evening had, of course, begun altogether differently as must be the case when stories concern unexpected turns of events. As Arnold Jeany sat in the familiar surroundings of the tearoom, which he’d been visiting on a regular basis for several months now, absorbing the ethnic music and letting the aromas carry him to exotic climes he could’ve sworn he wasn’t dreaming, hadn’t closed his eyes even, when through the door appeared two very bizzare figures. Despite th...

She was a pretty little thing with a slim lightly bronzed figure, chestnut hair, deep hazel eyes to match and lush kissable lips that had swelled and split, liberally spilling their dark sticky contents, at the slightest of blows. Now, no longer crying out, she hung limply from the headlock as a final blow, accompanied by a satisfied grunt of completion, connected with her cheek. There was a moment of silence, still and calm, as even the bus had pulled up to a halt allowing a line of frustrat...