She made her way to the office area and stepped into the manager's office. "Hi, Ms. Rockford," she said to woman in charge of Westland Clothing Center...Katherine Rockford was a large African American woman in her fifties. She wore square, black rimmed glasses and a wig that hadn't been fashionable for twenty years. "Hi, darlin', how are you doin'?" she asked Maddie."I'm fine," Maddie said. She remembered Ms. Rockford's reaction to her new body. At that time she hadn't seen Maddie in months, and. All we had was these damned yellow chemical glow sticks to provide light. We were definitely in trouble.Michel, Franklin, and I (Sam) had launched from the cargo lander an hour ago and given our search area. Rebel activity was light in this area, so four anti-grav tanks were dropped onto this rocky and sand-covered moon to follow a search pattern. Our commanders thought 1000 square kms each is far away enough from each other to explore suspected places for rebels to hide out. We had to stop. Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout doesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor about a secret passage, and then there’s the enormous cellar area underneath as well.And the attic, but nobody goes up there.The storm rages outside the house. It’s cold and miserable.Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes. The smile had faded, replaced with something more predatory. ‘I knew I’d do anything—anything to have you.’ He rolled over, taking her with him and settling above her with his hips cradled between her long legs. He laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hands above her ears. She raised her head to kiss him, her tongue gliding over his, mimicking what she wanted him to do to her when he slid into her again. * * * * * Thursday, July 13th, 2006. Sean returned the book to its rightful.