Clearly she had been dismissed and his interest now lay elsewhere. "How did you know?" she had to ask. Since she could not be eaten by him, she was eaten with curiosity. "How did you know about my half-sister and my auto and the boot? How did you know?"
Turning from the mallet that he was examining, his eyes held hers. For a moment, it was visible to watch him process the last of the information that he had gleaned from the mallet. There was now a different focus on his face. She held no interest for him. She could see that. He had moved on and she was now wasting his time, but she did not care. Curiosity be damned! She was smitten!
"Your accent tells me you are from North London. Two of your diphthongs are Yiddish. And the origin is not German. But Polish. There was a young woman that resembled you three days ago, where I purchased buns for tea. She had the same accent and the same smell of vanilla about her. Her gene pool and yours say the same father. But her eyes were brown and yours are grey. Two different mothers. And then there is the matter that you both have very small feet. Interesting that your father was granted custody of your older sister. However, the way your sister was drinking, alcoholism was probably the reason.
A gentleman there offered to purchase her another Pimms No. 2. Instead they left together. The car was booted and then towed. Marble Arch is the closest impound lot."
The door opened and his eyes went to the male that entered the room. This had to be Dr. Watson. He had a soldier's bearing and for his quick smile, I could tell that he was evaluating the situation. I did not see a weapon, anywhere, but I think this man could kill you as well as heal you.
"Have we a new case?" he asked, being polite.
"No, just a booted auto, now, did you bring the blow torch?"
"Yes, of course, I saw Mrs. Hudson on the way up, ummm..."
"Oh John," he sighed, "we will be requiring another torch. The pyro in her will not be giving that back. We now need to check the batteries in our smoke alarms."
A look passed between the men that I do not think I care to understand.
"I'll just be going," I said as I leaned over and thrusting my bum into the air, I pulled on one sock and then the other. He could smell the vanilla? Damn, impressive. That was good,though,vanilla tamed the wild beast. I just wonder how wild our Mr. Holmes can get?
As the door closed John sat down. "There goes another one that just wants to fuck you. I do not see the attraction."
Picking up the mallet, he regarded John with a quizzical stare. "John, please, I have superior intellect, long legs and I have been told, I am not unpleasant to the eyes. The only reason shewishes to fuck me, as you so crudely phrased it, is so that she may have my highly evolved child and contribute his greatness to the gene pool."
"No, I think she just wanted a quick ride and came prepared, just in case, not caring what you preferred."
Putting the mallet down, he turned to face his roommate. "What makes you say that?"
"When she bent over and pulled on her socks, she waswiggling her posterior around in the air and she was not wearing any knickers. It was a full monty and then some. It was just a little hard to miss the lust that was on her face as she was looking at you from between her legs."
"Oh John," he sighed. "How do you know her ministrations were not intended for you?"
John could only shake his head in wonder. Brilliance came at a price. "Because she had tattooed on her bum
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