I always called her Miss Bridgette as I was taught to do by my parents, and had been visiting her sinceI was ten years old. Two years after her husban... had died from an early and unexpected heart attack.I'm a really bad judge of age, maybe because it's not that important to me. I find something interesting in everyone I meet, from the homeless, lonely, depressed, and even downright assholes.I almost always find a way to connect and make them laugh. It's all genuine and sincere becauseI really. "Enjoy your trip?" asked Marilyn with a smile in her voice.I complained, "But it didn't last nearly long enough."I meant it. The trip to 1692 Salem had taken its toll from me in exhaustion. Although I did feel rejuvenated after that little fantasy my friends sent me on. "Guess a Spirit's batteries quickly recharge," I thought.Tom tapped on my shoulder to get my attention. "Think we need anything special to find Sara?" I'm pretty sure I found where she was buried. I just don't have a clue what. The conversation about the pictures lasted ten minutes before I opened my portable office, placed the pictures from last Wednesday and yesterday on the table and pointed to what they were missing.A much larger conversation on if they suspected their cover was blown or a final stand ensued.“Ben - have you had someone looking at all the credit cards issued and used in the Avon Heights zip code in the last six months?” I asked.“No - why do you want that?” Ben responded.“I am kind of interested. I reached above me and grabbed the black iron head board as my juices flowed onto Kevin’s hand.‘Fuck!..oh God baby..yes I’m cumming!’ I screamedHe waited until my body and breathing recovered before continuing in our love making. Kevin slid up between my legs, touching his Army ring hanging around my neck. He gave it to me a month after we started dating, since then I have worn it on a chain with the dog tags that say:Property of US Soldier Pv2 Moorman.He smiled as he looked into my eyes, and.