‘Thanks,’ she said hoarsely. ‘You’re welcome,’ I answered. I half expected her to start telling me her life’s sad story, now that we had b...oken the ice, but instead she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair, as if she was going to sleep. I felt a little rejected. I looked at the window, but I didn’t see anything but darkness. Every now and then we passed a lonely house, and the light shone softly among the fir trees, only to disappear just as quickly. I discretely turned my. For all I knew, they didn’t let her have any money, she was home-schooled and her only friends were the daughters of the disgusting people those two have around.Then, in the middle of the conversation, while she played with her fingers at the screen of the Kindle, it lit up for a second showing her library. It was just for a second, so I couldn’t see anything. Either way, she made a point of turning it off as soon as possible.I grinned maliciously, “Can I check on the books you are reading?” I. Why is it so cheap here?'The Bishop smiled and answered, 'You're inCornwall now my son. It's a local call".This is more inspirational then a 'Joke or Giggle' but well worth reading and mulling over the meaning.This is compliments of Chuck.We all need a TreeI hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.While I. So can you see where this is leading?" I asked. I smiled to myself knowing that he might well be thinking the worst."No," he said. "But I am glad you find my presence a help and we can slow down on the sex side if you want." Don't be silly!" I replied. "If I wanted you to slow down on the sex side would I creep into your bed at five in the morning and start to masturbate you?" Well what are you doing here, then?" He asked with a touch of exasperation."Let me recap," I told him. "I miss you when.