I grinned inwardly as I wondered if maybe the similarities ran deeper—I wondered if Donna had been a nearly insatiable horny teenager when she was f...urteen or fifteen.We waited a few more minutes looking at pictures, but finally Donna grew impatient. She called up the stairway, "Stacy Annemarie! Everyone else has been ready to go for several minutes. We're all hungry, and your boyfriend has been her waiting patiently. Get your butt in gear!"Nicole smirked at the word 'boyfriend'—I obviously. "I know what it said," I cried out. "You don't have to remind me!" Don't I?" She turned away, ignoring my tears and dejected face. "Jillwould you mind running up to our rooms? You will find the letter in thetop left drawer in Jayne's table." I'll go with you," said Anna. "I don't think any of us should bealone." Are you wanting to invoke an unofficial suicide watch?" asked Wesley,his jaw dropping."Jayne, with all the anti-suicide security that's in the school, do youthink you found a way to. Delicious coffee, new books to examine, a cool salty breeze and the faint sounds of lines slapping against the masts of boats. The door to my left opened and out stepped a vison of paradise. She was tall with fair skin and shoulder length jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. She appeared to be in her middle twenties. Drop dead gorgeous. Clad entirely in black, she was wearing a Danskin top with a scoop neck and three quarter sleeves, form fitting black pants, and knee high black boots with. " She paused for a second as a funny realization came to her. "Wait a moment, her name was Candy Caine?" Funny isn't it?" Emma smiled. "Still, if it wasn't for that name we might've closed up the shop after the first year or so. Things were that bad. But C.C. really loved Christmas, partly she used to say, because her name gave her a sort of connection with it. It was her idea to totally concentrate on Christmas cookies our second year in business. I figured we had nothing to lose so I went.