Suddenly panicked, I tried to, as well. She seemed to be looking for something or someone. Her eyes were narrow, almost haunted. She put a finger to m... lips. “I have to go.” She repeated. I zipped up my pants as she turned a corner in full run. I tried to follow, but when I turned the corner, the open field beyond was empty. The next few days were spent building and producing a Halloween play for the local elementary school. I had to rehearse and sing the Ghostbusters theme song with the rest. Please let me know if you wish to take me up on this as soon as possible. Many thanks, John”Hayley was intrigued reading the message, and tapped her screen to open his profile, instantly seeing why he had been drawn to her. The majority of his pictures were girls in various stages of undress, and it was obvious he loved using reflections. There was image after image featuring more mirrors than she could count, and as she scrolled further, she was remembering how she felt in the first and second. "I really plan to write the book for the home cook. Probably set all the recipes for ten gallons of finished product max." I said."Well then your home cook will need to mash in about fifty gallons in total. That's a lot for a garage size still." Okay, so let me thing backwards, What is a good size back yard cooking still?" I asked."If it was me and I wanted to do a one man operation which is probably what your reader is going to want to do. I would go with a twenty five gallon pot and cook. "Might I ask why you're so intent on investigating me?" I asked her curiously."Yes," she answered slowly, "perhaps the beginning would be the best place to begin."She got up and went to the door. She asked someone to bring the photo album from on top of her dresser, in her room; and to bring coffee, also. She looked at me, eyebrows raised, and I nodded acceptance. She ordered coffee for two, a complete service."A number of years ago, I lived in St. Louis County. Mostly from the time I was four,.