Imagine writing ninety-five of the dang things. There’s no way you’ll get that on a single goat, so you’re going to need paper to write everythi...g down. You’re going to need a whole lot of paper. Forget covering the door. With that many reports, Brother Martin could cover the entire cathedral. So of course, he’s got to cover up Brother Victor’s announcements with his theses.Martin’s not only a monk, he’s a professor at the local university. Back then, professors would write everything in Latin,. ”“Mr. Rhodes is too formal. Marvin is good enough.”Marilyn blushed and batted her eyelashes at the old coot. He was licking his lips and eyeing the hot tart. She was deciding on what she would say. She also made sure to stand quite straight and push her big cannons out. She was quite blessed in the breast department.“Let me go inside and change into my bathing suit. Should I meet you in your backyard? The teen asked boldly.”“I’ll be waiting with bells on. Hurry now and get changed.”The hot tart. They wanted me to go with them to Vivian's this morning," Catherine supplied, as she waited for Beth to consider her offer.I handed her the cup of tea I had brought, and handed Beth another cup of black coffee.Beth took it without looking at me. "Thanks," she mumbled instinctively.Finally, Beth looked at Catherine. "Okay. I guess that's fair. But I'm not promising anything. And if I catch him lying to me, the deal's off and I'm outa here." Beth, I promise that Michael will not lie to you. If he. I notice my furrow. How does he not focus on that? It’s all I can focus on. I try to press it out. Nope. Not moving. I’m starting to worry. Should I have invited him in? This isn’t going anywhere. I’m sending mixed signals, I know. Honestly, I just don’t want the night to end…and he does have a long drive ahead. I flick off the light but leave on the fan as I open the bathroom door. I turn toward the living room, but Ben Sheppard is standing at the other end of the hall. There’s ten feet.