"Okay, let's check out that hair color," Santa said, brushing the faintest plume of golden soot into oblivion. He began galumping up the stairs and do...n the hall towards Sandra's bedroom."Shh," Mrs. Claus whispered. "You're so noisy in your big boots. Aren't you afraid of waking her?"Santa Claus laughed. "Time stops during deliveries. C'mon, follow me!" And motioning to Mrs. Claus, he bounded the last few steps into Sandra's bedroom.The bedroom, illumed by the warm light of a candle in frozen. Frank showed the Mallory clan the grounds, promising to take Harry Junior and Taylor out on the boat the next day. He ran an insurance agency in St. Michaels and was going to take some time off over the next few weeks. At dinnertime, he ordered everybody to clean up and dress casually since they were going to a crab house in St. Michaels for dinner. This fascinated the teens, since they had never eaten crabs before, and Frank and Ronnie had a blast teaching the ‘rookies’ how to demolish the. I had to start over from scratch. That pretty much shut me down for a while mentally. You see, I don’t typically write one chapter/story to completion all by itself. At any given time I literally have dozens in progress (35 currently, of which 4 are in the final stages). I tend to bounce between them depending on my mood and interest. Most are just a page or two of some idea that I came up with based on what’s happening in my life. For example, if I go to the beach for a weekend, that week I. She knew that she would not get any help here. Maybe she would have a chance to escape once she left the bar. Maybe it would be best to go with them. A thought entered her mind. Why was she justifying staying with them? They were drunk and crazy. She knew what could happen. What was she thinking? What was she doing?? There were more than seven of them and only one of her. She knew what they were all thinking. She saw the way they were looking at her. The way their eyes scanned her body over and.