Please help yourself."Gail knew the youngsters hadn't enough life experience to know how daft was this entire situation. She scolded herself again and...forced herself to go with the flow. She knew she would never suffer someone's condemnation again. She owed her last bit of obedience to Elizabeth. She would do as she had been bidden. Gail moved in and planted her own kiss on John's lips. She opened her eyes and found him gazing back into her own with a look of ... love ... on his face.As she. "Remember the skirt, young lady!" joked his mother with a giggle.John lifted his skirt, holding his head high, descended the stairs as elegantly as he could."Now we need to find an apron for the young lady!" as she searched through the drawer with all the aprons.They spent the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, talking and giggling and laughing like they had never done before. The trauma of the early part of the day was long forgotten. There was some concern when his father came home,. The town of Green Moore was a quaint little seaside town off the coast of the Pacific. It was rather small and unassuming compared to some beach cities, with a relatively small local population, somewhere around 15,000. Even to a young one like yourself, you know that a small population can be a bad thing for your kind: people are noticed missing too quickly. However, it's the nature of the town's economics that drew you...You see, Green Moore is built entirely on being a tourist trap. Their. With new clothes and a full belly, I caught the 45-minute ferry to Island Brac.It was a short trip from the terminal to the villa. When I saw it, I thought I’d reached a dead end. The villa is near the center of an immense stone structure with an iron gate separating it from the street not far from the marina. I wasn’t sure how I’d get in until I walked up, pushed the gate and listened to it creak open. It wasn’t locked. That needed to change.I walked up the stone steps to a massive front door.