Turning to Timothy, ‘That’s a catchy title. Sounds like some epic fantasy tale.’ ‘Who wrote this book?’ Timothy asked the old man. Looking u... at the two, the old man’s haggard face brightened – a semi-toothless grin appearing. ‘It is written by an old group of people – much older than my 70 years – many, many years ago. No one knows their names… just that this book is very valuable.’ ‘Or so my gramps thinks.’ Replied someone behind Timothy and Hannah. Turning around, they saw a short, chubby. When they were convinced to let Carol live with me, that room would be publicly called "Carol's Bedroom", not that she'd use it.Looking at the top modular home from the road, the small front corner on the right (the house's NW corner) would be the stair's top landing, with the entire rest of the front half of the house being the master bedroom. The back half of the house would have three rooms in it. The back right corner (SW) would be Carol's bedroom, the back center would be the master. “Oh, dear, you are certainly going to make some girl very happy with that!” she said as she allowed her eyes to freely take in the bulge in my shorts. “Actually, I am quite honored that you would look at me that way”. “I thought the time had passed long a long time ago when a handsome young man like you would be interested in looking at my body”. “The girls these days are so pretty, and they walk around half naked all of the time.” “Did I really make you get hard like that Mark”?I was so turned. Ellen was extremely apprehensive about her husband and their futuretogether. He had been so depressed lately that she never knew what toexpect when she arrived home each night. Heather had even taken tosleeping in the spare bedroom on most nights, claiming it was so Ellencould be assured a good night's rest.When she had proposed to George it de facto was asking him to become herwife. As she thought about it, she was beginning to feel that it hadbeen a colossal mistake. She could now see it.