Not Southern, nor too New York, but nice stuff. There is nothing like a shopping trip with an unlimited credit card tomake a girl feel good.One week p...ior to our scheduled meeting with the folks from the FoodNetwork, and also having two interviews and photos taken for magazinecovers, Greg, Mary Lou and I had a meeting in Greg's office."We have to incorporate." Why?" Mary Lou and I asked in unison."First of all, as individuals you will be paying too much in tax.Secondly, if we can land this TV. (*Anne-Mal) Any authors you would like to work with?(The_Professor) Experienced ones who have a good grasp of plotting and who, like me, see transformation as an opportunity to grow.(*Anne-Mal) So you don't want to pick anyone! *Grin*(ehayes) Don't ask the nice author horrible explosive questions, Anne. =)(The_Professor) Actually, I just don't have a good answer.(BillHart) I liked the idea of an SRU/Ovid crossover. It'd be a little work to keep from stepping on each others toes.(The_Professor). He now bellowed at James and went for him.James saw him coming at him.He saw his reflection in the glass of one of the classrooms as they walked down the corridor.James quickly span around and hit Carl full force in the face.Knocking him down in one go.Carl now lay on the floor motionless.James just looked at the semi-conscious Carl and his friends.He then said to the group.“If anybody else touches this lad from now on they will get the same.”He then helped the Lad down the corridor and into. I thought at once it must be my eyes playingtricks on me. After all, I had been working hard all day. Perhaps thesun was getting to me. Yet there she was, a girl aged six years, perhaps, and not a day older.No matter the age, she still had the same pretty blue eyes and curly auburn hair. The same lovely pink dress with little white frills, white stockings, and black buckled flats.She stepped closer and the sunlight once again enveloped her, and she stood there at age sixteen once more.She held.