It meant constant creativity, even through dinner, when we’d work on editing up until the Tales. Even so, I agreed with the consensus not to receive...the Tales every other day. “We can choose to do that after the fact,” said Angelique, “not before. If it gets to be too much, which it won’t, we can skip an evening. I know you’d prefer the flow.”Nick nodded.That evening he recommenced the Tale.“I left the Vikings soon after my transformation into my Slavic skin. Betty remained, became a marauder,. According to witnesses you only met once. The three of you shared a beer on the back veranda at the lodge on the final night of the contest and were together for no more than an hour.’ ‘Again I have you to thank that the three of us have become close friends. As you know we had no contact before or after that evening. At least you were never able to prove any contact. You subpoenaed our phone records, tore our homes apart, searched our trash, took our computers and scoured our email accounts,. "Cassie glanced at him as he walked away. "Actually, I need something to eat as well. I'll be back in a bit." Sure thing, babe," Ned said, grinning from ear to ear. He wondered why in hell he had been jealous in the first place.Diane wished she and Heather had the same lunch period as Cassie and the others. She felt she could use some sort of backup, or at least ideas on how to start the conversation.She would would be waiting forever if she let Heather start. They had stood there for a full. We waited to hear what our little visitor was going to do in there. Hopefully he didn’t need the use of the stall we were in. We received our answer soon enough as we heard the sound of his zipper and what I recognized as pee hitting the back of the urinal. We were safe. He was just using the bathroom for its intended purpose, unlike us. When we heard him zip up and the faucet turn on for him to wash his hands, we figured we were out of the woods. Beth, unable to contain her excitement any.