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A childs name stirs it
As felines never lay supine
They perform ablutions
before soiling their paws

The stealthy mien of cats
doesnt foretell cowardice
Tell it to the marked hunter
who gets done without razors

Come rain Come shine
The leopard doesnt change spots
When Big Tom roars
Elephants skitter.

he wasnt a teetotaler, he was a teetotaler, which one do you want us to believe exactly

What he found at the gate was nothing, the pack the lady dropped had grown wings. He didn't think it was the people in the Benz or the kidnapped girl that took it. He went back to the generator shed because he was wondering who made the switch from Gen to Nepa and then turned of the Gen, the Gen was Yamaha and uses ignition. He was still in the possession of the torch he picked there earlier he walked gingerly to the shed which was built very near the house, it was possible that someone could use the shed as a step to reach the ceiling, he looked up and saw that a tile has been removed from the ceiling but he dare not go in notwithstanding the fact that he had a gun.
Someone must have accessed the flat through the ceiling and for the fact that the lady's pack had disappeared, that same person must have possessed it and disappeared too. The suspect or suspects couldn't have returned to hide in the ceiling if not the ceiling would have been re-covered. The suspect or suspects couldn't have gone far and he suddenly felt more cautious, there was siren wailing in the distance and closing in,the dogs resumed barking and the muezzin was calling for Iqamat now. The sky was getting clearer and you could see the lines on your palm.
He didn't use the gate this time, he simply scaled the fence to his own compound, from where he proceeded to the gate and stood outside it waiting for the cops........

people dont study archaeology this days, its a thing of the past

the best body double is an identical twin

there was a convict on deathrow that never understood how the hangmans noose works but he finally got the hang of it on execution day

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First of all, nobody uses a G wagon on the street. They must be strangers and there for a reason. As the light from the headlamp showered the lady in stilletoes, she stood motionless and appeared tharned like John Grisham would describe, she dropped the plastic bag she carried and attempted to run despite her heels, two people emerged from the car, the watchman could hear the doors open and hear the footsteps, he took out his gun and switched off his phone then pocketed it. The people from the car caught up with the girl and they dragged her towards the benz, no word was uttered, the dogs had stopped barking and no other person was on the street, he wondered what had happened to the man, the 'victim' that screamed earlier.
They dragged the lady into the car and drove away slowly. The watchman proceeded from his hideout and entered the victims compound, he went to the generator shed and noticed a torch at the entrance, it was carefully placed there, he pocketed it and touched the gen, it was hot. Then he proceeded carefully to the windows, starting from the kitchen, it was still dark but he could hear nothing from all the rooms, the perimeter wasnt breached only the gate that was left open by the lady in stilleto apparently.
He entered the living room, the door was ajar but then NEPA restored the light, he ran for cover behind the couch and pointed his gun around.... After some minutes he ventured to peep around him, a man was was sprawled on the tiled floor, face down with a knife stucked in his back and buck naked. There was no sign of struggle, there were wine flutes on the table for three people, unused but there was an almost empty bottle of chardonay as well, all the electrical appliances were off except the bulbs. In the two bedrooms the beds were not slept in, the bathrooms were dry, all the clothes were arranged in the wardrobe or hung, there was no luggage or travel pack, he couldnt find the naked dead mans cloth. Everything in the house was feminine which wasnt a surprise as the known occupant of the house was a woman. The watchman treaded with caution and went back to the sitting room, he lifted the face of the dead man and saw that it wasnt recognisable, he smelled the mans mouth and there was no trace of alcohol.
He sighed and went outside with the intention of possesing the plastic bag the stilleto lady dropped, the day was still pretty young but the street was well lit. Unfortunately was no plastic bag, what he found was....

i posted the story twice because the ntwk was bad, mod obinnau pls delete the other one

For my daintyprincess
Hard to forget you
This morning around five a.m before the muezzin next street started wailing and summoning faithfuls, he heard a noise coming from the next compound, it was the voice of a man and it suggested agony. He called the police and they advised that he not venture out of the compound unharmed but he had tucked a revolver under his pyjamas and out of the gate by then, pinning his phone to his ear. When the conversation ended, he crawled out of his cubicle.
On the street there was a car idling, he could hear it but not see it, he genuflected and hid behind a barrel. For all his bravado he could be a sitting duck. One thing is when you spend a lot of time in the dark your sight gets adjusted so whoever was in the idling car could have seen him, from the sound he knew the car was nearby, he had to find a way to circumvent it, the police said they would send a patrol unit but that wouldnt be them, the police dont know how to be incospicous, just then he heard somebody in stilletos walk out of the next compound, the place where the noise emanated from but the noise had subsided totally, just some dogs barking some houses away. Who wears stilletos at 5am anyway? Not even prostitutes, they carry a pair of everything. He made a mental note. As the stilletoed person got on the street, the idling car revved but because the speed of light travels lightly and faster than that of sound the light from the headlamp came on before the sound of the engine, from the light he knew what they were up to, from the sound of the car he deduced that the car was a Benz G wagon and so the occupants must not stay on the street.....

For my daintyprincess
Hard to forget you
This morning around five a.m before the muezzin next street started wailing and summoning faithfuls, he heard a noise coming from the next compound, it was the voice of a man and it suggested agony. He called the police and they advised that he not venture out of the compound unharmed but he had tucked a revolver under his pyjamas and out of the gate by then, pinning his phone to his ear. When the conversation ended, he crawled out of his cubicle.
On the street there was a car idling, he could hear it but not see it, he genuflected and hid behind a barrel. For all his bravado he could be a sitting duck. One thing is when you spend a lot of time in the dark your sight gets adjusted so whoever was in the idling car could have seen him, from the sound he knew the car was nearby, he had to find a way to circumvent it, the police said they would send a patrol unit but that wouldnt be them, the police dont know how to be incospicous, just then he heard somebody in stilletos walk out of the next compound, the place where the noise emanated from but the noise had subsided totally, just some dogs barking some houses away. Who wears stilletos at 5am anyway? Not even prostitutes, they carry a pair of everything. He made a mental note. As the stilletoed person got on the street, the idling car revved but because the speed of light travels lightly and faster than that of sound the light from the headlamp came on before the sound of the engine, from the light he knew what they were up to, from the sound of the car he deduced that the car was a Benz G wagon and so the occupants must not stay on the street.....

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