Everyone there had some sort of connection with the words that she wrote. If given the chance and the fire that burns within her stays as strong and a... true as they did the night she sat in the gazebo and wrote those words, she will go far as a writer. Which I believe to be her true love. These are the words that reached each and every one of us: COURAGE As the days grow shorter Like the chapters in my life I find that I’m an individual Not a slave, or someone’s wife You have controlled my. .. you warned me about that, I know, but I didn't listen." Tricked you? How?" Cathy was beginning to suspect something."Well... it offered me a chance... to umm... have some...input into how I'd like you to look." Bob mumbled whilewatching Cathy's face for her reaction.She was silent for a moment, chewing over what he said. Thenin a sarcastic tone she said, "How you'd like ME to look?" Umm... yeah, that's right," Bob replied meekly."You mean to say you thought _you_ had the right to decidehow. Among the conditions they had agreed to was no photo or video on Edwards’ part. That was tough for the breeder to agree to, especially because Jack reserved the right to shoot photos of the dogs and girls. He kept a very private scrapbook of their family escapades, and he wasn’t about to leave this one out of it. It was a carefully managed risk he and the girls agreed to take, because they all appreciated the family time they shared. It was make-up time for Jack, who until just the past couple. In preparation for, Friday, on Tuesday, I froze a three-hour block of icewith a set of release keys. I had opened all my locks before I frozen thekeys so I knew the keys in the ice fitted my locks. I took pride in mythorough preparation. On Tuesday it was definitely a red block I used,after all the careful preparation and anticipation, is all part of theexcitement.For the coming Friday night, I chose a three-hour block. Planning on Jeangoing out at 08-00pm. If I allowed two hours for, getting.