Perhaps she was too young for this experience to imprint into her memory. Perhaps Kayla would grow up, and have a normal life, her dead birth family a...forgotten past. Or perhaps, she and Grace would both survive this night. She touched the pointed tip of the stake, and imagined the possibilities it would bring.With both stakes carved into formidable spikes, Grace set them aside while she searched the house for more potential weapons. While searching, she noticed the skeleton key still lay on. While she was gone, I showed Veronica how nice it felt to take a finger or two up her brown eye and she was giggling the whole time letting me know she was no stranger to such nasty games.My step-sister came through the door breathing hard from running up the stairs. She really needed to lose some weight but I wasn't going to be the one to embarrass her into going on a diet. Besides, I liked the side benefit of having lots of curvy folds to grab onto when I was trying to steady her for my final. -.- -.— As soon as orders were received, food and water brought aboard, and the many barrels of gunpowder and cannon balls were lowered through the hatches, the Blue Peter was hoisted aloft. This flag signaled to the crew to return to ship. Since they were in London, there were always deserters, and the Press Gangs swept the streets regularly grabbing any poor soul who was foolish enough to be about when the King needed sailors. Johnny watched in amazement as shopkeepers and farmers were told. You can do with that information whatever you want. I love you, my sweet Jennifer. Now, kiss me, send in my wife and my precious children and let me go to see my other family.” They came in, a daughter took each hand, his son holding her mother’s, his daughter’s son holding the hand he wasn’t, all of them watching, as his wife leaned in, kissed him and touched his cheek. He relaxed and was departed. He was only fifty-five years old.“I love you, Raymond. I just hope you don’t hurt anymore.” Anna.