“So Jonny boy ran scared of your fangs,” Jared said. “There’s a party back at Max’s and you’re gonna be there, okay?” “You don’t wan... to waste your new look,” Sasha said, hugging her. “Find a replacement guy. If you’re going to play sexy, you might as well do it properly.” Libby managed a smile. Sasha’s point was a good one. * * Max’s ‘place’ was his family’s rural getaway, an extensive country house with rose bushes climbing the brickwork. Friends and fans of the band arrived in force, taxis. Reaching the back of his truck, he'd search it for anything that might work with this plan. Surprised with himself, Troy found a small coil of rope he'd been using to string up a swing from their oak tree in the yard. Testing it's strength, Troy would make a slip knot at the end of it before seeing Sarah come out. Stashing it with him as he moved up to the front seat he watched in obvious delight as Sarah stepped up to slip into the seat.Troy tried to hold back his excitement as he cranked up. .. out in the middle of the lake, the storm would strike..."I'm Baaack!"The Lakes are warm compared to the Arctic's frigid southward flow. Added to it, a major front swept in from the southern plains. Warm water, cold air and massive winds combined to kill 19 ships, and stranded or wrecked 19 others.Should such a storm occur today, with a comparable volume of shipping, the monetary loss alone would exceed one hundred million dollars. Similar storms, like the November 11th, Armistice Day Storm. Just next to it, a naked blond woman stood by a pile of his and her own clothes. Yann stared, but against the afternoon sun he couldn't recognise her at first. She was unwrapping a long patterned scarf from her bunched up dreadlocks, letting them fall onto her naked arms, glowing orange in the sun. He half-covered is eyes to see better and recognised her. It was Viki, the owner of the cafe downstairs, their boss. In the golden evening sun right behind her, Viki's ginger dreadlocks glowed in all.