Afterwards I leave him to his work and return to my writing. The words flow like a river for hours after we make love. On days when the writing is flo...ing in the mornings, he usually doesn’t eat lunch, preferring not to disturb me. On those days I always make sure to have a good dinner waiting on him when he closes the shop and comes home. After dinner our routine is to usually sit on our little private patio we call our ‘oasis’. There free from nosey neighbors we can dress as we wish or don’t. But before that train of thought could be finished, she heard sometalking from the other side of the van. Ah, they must be back. Shesignaled to Morton about this and got an affirmative right back fromhim.She looked around the corner to see Roger and the twins coming back tothe van, their sacks stuffed with whatever they got from the bank. Thetwins opened the back of the van to place the sacks then themselvesback in the van. Meanwhile, Roger strode over to the front passengerseat. It was at that. "I feel something is not quite right. I used to get these feelings during my tour in Afghanistan. They were never wrong."Mark tried to link with Teacher and got nothing. "Melissa!" he called with his mind and got a weak reply. He ran back the few feet to their motor home and saw someone struggling with Angela."No!" Mark yelled and charged forward. Mark stiff-armed the man and he fell to the pavement. Mark stomped once as hard as he could and ran into the motor home. Melissa sat on the side of. K. was thanking her stars that tonight she wasn’t the center of attention. ‘Who, in the name of everything that is sexy, is that?’ Cadens’ eyes followed B’s chubby arm down to the red pointed fingernail until her grey eyes landed on Jason. She sighed, ‘That’s Jason.’ ‘Jason?’ B continued to stare. ‘He is ma—’ ‘My boyfriend.’ Caden stated plainly and when the big haired woman looked at her, C.K. flashed her a genuine sarcastic smile. ‘Jason Horowitz. He’s my boyfriend. Next month is our one.