An author of an incredibly popular book series who never did interviewsor press.That carried on for a few years and Davis and I made a good amount ofm...ney from the books. Book seven was tough to write but I managed it evenif it took nearly a year. Number eight took me two. And as for nine, wellI don't even have a concept!"James people want that ninth and tenth book. If we don't give themsomething soon then we are going to start losing fans," he said, drumminghis fingers on his expensive desk. She figured she had a bit of time before she would head down to Fremont and had to carefully plan her approach for the evening. She had a lot of fun the night before – and still had a bit of a post-fucking tingle going in her pussy – but her conscience was telling her to go easy this time. Her habit of getting mixed up with men that had marital baggage was a mentally-taxing challenge. It had only been a couple months since her tumultuous emotional experience in Houston, and she did not want to. Thanks, Ms. Meyer.”“Yes; thanks, Gwen!”“You’re both welcome. And I see a very happy young woman coming our way!”Marcia walked over to us and greeted us, and we returned the greetings.“When is your seventeenth birthday?” Sensei Jim asked Marcia when she came up to us.“January 12th.”“Are you planning to come back to the dojo?”“Yes, of course! And I want to compete in the Thanksgiving and Boxing Day Tournaments!”“I think it’s in all of our best interests if I train and coach you for those two.. They slept late, not waking until there was a loud knocking at the door. Mandy at first thought it was a dream. But it came again. Then once more – the person was not going away. 'Who the hell could it be?' Mandy wondered as she staggered to her bedroom, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to the front door. She looked at the clock on the way. 'Jeez! It was almost eleven!' She and Jack had slept quite late. Harry, her husband, wasn't due until the afternoon. The knock came again. She opened.