Where she went, he couldn’t even guess. He just knew she would be back. Maggie always came back. Until she did, though, he couldn’t keep her safe....unnar lay on the kitchen floor. His bed would be better. Or, the living room floor was softer but neither were close enough to the door by the kitchen. The light on the floor told him it was getting time for Maggie to return. Then, he would know Maggie was safe and the pack was safe together.Gunnar stood erect like something in the floor had sent a. A moment later, the pair of 60-somethings walked in with open arms.“Lawrence! What a day! What a place!” boomed Nicholas Moore, a semi-retired FedEx executive now based in St. Louis. “I have never dreamed of such a place, being stuck in the Midwest all these years.”“Please enjoy your time here,” I said with a slap on the back. At the same moment, his bride of 40 years, Suzanne, wrapped me in a hug that could have taken down a smaller man. I caught her and hugged her more or less at the same. "They're part of that Flat Creek bunch," she would say, "You stay away from them."To be identified as one of the Flat Creek bunch, was like receiving the kiss of death as far as Aunt Bessie was concern.Aunt Bessie held some pretty strong opinions and beliefs. The weird thing—this amazing woman was usually right.Not much is known about Aunt Bessie during her first year; but then the story picks up when she meets her future husband.The story goes when she first met him; she mistakenly thought he. But he's a kind, gentle and loving horny idiot. He'll be careful ... or I'll kick him in the balls."I reached out, added my hand to Samantha's and with as much sincerity as I could muster, "She'll do it too."Kirsten looked up at me, her sultry black almond eyes glistened with love and admiration. The soft luscious lips parted in a bright smile, "I know." And I don't think you'll let me too far off the leash, it sounds like you intend to be there." It'll be up to Lea. I want to be there, for a.