"Yeah, I'm good." Though I didn't believe myself"Flashbacks again?" Is it that obvious?" Only to those who know you. Come on, we are headed to the bon...ire."Carl was my best friend of 20 years and is 5 years older than I am. We had grown up together in California and left when we both got a job at an oil refinery in the south. He was 6 feet tall and skinny as a rail, his meager 150 lbs covered in tattoos. He had been going bald for years and had taken to shaving his head every few days. Though. Nobody seems to agree on anything, just that there's some stories about somebody or something that they call Pasayten Pete. Seems the only thing in common is it's s'posed to be somethin' bad, scary bad."Jim Brightman and Graydon sat comfortably in the front room, while Vi busied herself at the kitchen table with baking, mixing and kneading a batch of bread dough.Jim rested quietly, tendrils of blue smoke rising from his pipe as he idly mouthed the stem. He lifted his hand, moved his pipe away,. And J. Pennington Pennyworth was his character. I can only hope I do him proud.There is no overt transformation in this story, but it is something that I wanted, perhaps needed, to write since I heard of the Captain's passing.This story is for the Captain.And for JDG.And also for my father, who lost his fight with lung cancer.Penny Wishes: Time of SadnessBy Bill HartJ. Pennington Pennyworth of the Pembroke Pines Pennyworth's sat alone on his large cushioned chair and looked forlornly out the. Akhir woh din aa hi gaya jiska muje talash tha. Hum ek restaurant mai milne ka tay kiya tha fir mai waha pehle pohch gaya uska wait kar raha tha fir woh black pant and white top mai kya mal lag rahi thi mai use dekhta hi rah gaya. Hum ne lunch order kiya mai sirf uske boobs and uske cleavage ko hi dekh raha tha wo kahane lagi khana hi khaoge ki muje hi dekhte rahoge. Hum lunch karne ke bad hotel room book kiya tha waha chale gaye andar jatehi maine door lock kiya use kas ke pakad liya tha aur.