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Just Beyond My Reach 29Chapter 29-The Four Lessons (Part 2)
Lesson Three: How to be a Woman
Before Tamair would let me travel around Israel and Syria, he told me that I'd have to learn how to be a woman first. At first, I thought he was joking and just rolled my eyes at him. When he brought it up again, however, I was completely appalled. Wasn't I lady-like enough already? Well, apparently not, according to Tamair. It was a good thing Tamair taught me the first lesson or else I wouldn't have even considered letting him try to convert me to a tea sipping sissy.
Much to my surprise, he was teaching me a lesson that would have me be the exact opposite of a tea sipping sissy. We never got around to traveling in the second year due to the fact that Tamair still felt as though I was unprepared for it.
Continuing to practice my pressure points and also my dodging skills, Tamair would pull me aside every so often when I sat alone in the small little room that I had in his house and take me down into the c
Just Beyond My Reach 28Chapter 29: The Four Lessons (Part I)
Lesson 1: Business First. Wants Later
It was sad to me when we arrived at Venice that evening, the sun shining lightly over the mountains across the sea, the sea that I would soon be crossing. The boat leaving for the trip around the Adriatic Sea would be leaving in a few days, so that gave us some time to stock up for the ride over. That night, Tamair payed for an Inn, which was odd considering that I had never before slept in a place where I had to pay for it. It was rather nice, actually, despite the fact that others had slept in the little room before we had.
Since we had slept on the way over, we weren't exactly tired. It's probably a good thing that Venice is a big town and it wouldn't look so suspicious if a few people were walking around at night since there were many others. After a moment of discussion, we decided to go through the city to get some supplies and something to eat. For some reason, Tamair insisted that I wear a scar
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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