She wondered if her one and only love, who she married at eighteen could possibly be a mystery writer who was loosely disguising the details whilst re...ating her life story to unknown numbers of strangers via an adult story site.She decided to play along writing feed back tot his author and hoping for a reply from the author which would give her an email address, as she knew her husband's limited computer knowledge would never allow him the skill to register a secondary email address and shadow. ." came Misty's quiet voice, causing Miranda to look up, "Please don't tease me."Miranda smiled reassuringly, and reached out her hand to hold Misty's. "I always finish what I start," she promised, catching her breath and giving the girl's hand a squeeze, "I just want to make sure this is both special and memorable. I don't want you to regret this." I won't," assured Misty with a weak smile, reaching down to run her fingers through Miranda's hair, "I wouldn't be here if I thought I. Iwas getting quite a few glances, men appearing not to look at me withoutmissing a thing. Softly tapping my nails on my bag, I soon got bored andwalked into the closest gift shop.Before my swap, I would have bought a film magazine, or maybe time, ornational geographic, now I found myself choosing several gossip andfashion magazines. This definitely confused me, but I still wanted them.Paying for them, I walked back to my seat and began reading. I foundmyself really looking at the articles and. Perhaps it'd been a joke of his. Craig had a rather odd sense of humor. John called him at his workplace. "What's up, John?" Craig's cell phone told him who was calling. "Not a lot, Craig. I did have something to talk about, but I'd rather talk face to face if you can spare the time for your little brother." "Of course. Always. You want to come over tonight? Gretchen likes to cook for you." "Sure. That'd be great. I'll be over about seven o'clock then. Take care, bro." John was out most of the.