Oh yeah? Alyssa responded. Do Mom and Dad know about your genius plan? They do not because they happen to be on their way to visit Uncle Mike and Aunt...Tracy right now. That means, party at our house. Alyssa rolled her eyes wearily. She knew one of Brads parties meant shed be cleaning until her parents came back. Oh well, she thought happily. At least hes home. Come on, sis. Lets go get some food. ************* Later that night, the house was literally vibrating with music and screaming. Alyssa. Thank you! ~~~~~~~~~~ By 9.05 PM I was waiting nervously for Carlos, all my insecurities chipping away at my self-confidence. I was wondering how I could ever have made myself believe that a handsome, attractive and obviously intelligent man could want me except perhaps to toy with occasionally when he had nothing better to do. After all, with his looks and charm, he probably had five girls to choose from every day of the week. A few minutes later, I was ready to go back upstairs and change. "I was thinking the same about YOU. Maybe you could all move UP HERE! I heard that there is some more land coming up for sale in the near future. Maybe YOU could move your operation up here. The land has a river front, and four or five nice size ponds, lots of grass, and is 4,000 acres, with 600 of it under cultivation. The man who has it said there is a plot of 300 acres that he cuts regular for prairie grass hay, and uses the cultivated land for sorghum and alfalfa. He has three great big. We walked through my front door, and I was again shocked at the subtle yet elegant styling of my home. Very tasteful, very nice. Our feet rapping against the tiled floor of the atrium we quickly covered the distance to the piano. I sat down and, without really thinking, played a stunningly accurate rendition of the Ninth Symphony. I was pleased with myself. "Now it's my turn," said Amy. I got up and she took my seat. She sat there for several minutes, staring at the keys, occasionally.