His newmomentum carried him well farther, to the far end of the short bridge,and as he tried to land down on his right foot, he could not stayupright.... He crashed into a rolling heap on the far side of the bridge.He came to rest on the dirt path, curling quickly into a tight ball as hedid, awaiting his fate. He shrieked as he covered his head, expectingthe specter's grasp.Nothing.He held firm, a trick perhaps?Nothing.He chanced a quick glance, but all he saw was utter darkness.He picked up his. “What do I know of love’s lonely and austere offices?”She shook her wide hips at me and I liked how her curly hair vibrated. “You’re about to find out, poetry boy.”By noon I was making donuts when Melissa got home. More accurately I was letting them cool while I made caramel for the topping. She greeted me by hugging me from behind as I was watching the pot.“How’s it going?”“A little too dark.”“The caramel? Looks fine to me.”“There is a thin line between caramel and toffee.”“Well, it looks. A buffet was served and Scott continued to work his way through the crowd, trying to speak to as many people as possible to find out their day to day occupations. He came across a nurse, a civil engineer and several senior scientists who worked at the Grangemouth refinery.Just before he decided to call it a day he overheard one more conversation that held out even greater promise. A group of men standing behind him were talking about the biggest re-enactment of the year, the Battle of. Hell, it’s hard enough pleasing them as it is without telling them the truth and loosing your job for it. Just last week Mrs. Uppercrust came in after a protracted absence and asked me what I thought of her new boob job. Her tits hadn’t looked all that bad before, as long as she kept them tucked into those industrial bras she had been ordering. I guess that since her new boobs didn’t hit the floor anymore, she must have thought her legs looked good too by default. They didn’t. Wrinkled.