He and the other kids carried that poor girl. She was kicking and screaming at them but they were too strong for here. They threw her body down the ri...er, as the water stream was moving. She was crying out to them for help but all they did was laughed at her. They would then mock her in their cruel tones."Drown witch. Drown witch," Charles and the other kids would mock her.Charles never told anyone about his dreams but he thought that they must have been memories of his childhood life in. They were nineteen and seventeen and a half, respectively. Joe was ten and Michael was sixteen that summer.They were a typical upwardly-mobile, very upper-middle class family. The father worked at a large manufacturing plant as the Vice President of production and the mother stayed home with her children and her younger sisters. Edward had a high paying job and he loved feeling successful, on way up the corporate ladder and assured of a great career and retirement, someday. I knew them but knew. And upon arriving home she saw the car of Ninon in front of the house. When she got inside her daughters were helping Ninon moving boxes into the guest room.“Oh, there you are!” Ninon said enthusiastically, “Finally, I already moved in. I want to thank you so much for giving me this room to crash whenever I need a moment to myself.”Donna looked at her sheepish and replied, “No problem, Ninon.”“It’s going to be fun I know for sure. I am staying tonight, sort of to break in the room.” She winked. . ?" she asked.Naked, Jacqueline walked over and joined the two women in their appraisal of the art.Jacqueline's heart skipped a beat, "Wow, they look fantastic." Thanks, but it's not hard to get results like that with models and surroundings as beautiful as this," answered Kelly."You and Joe do look great, Jill," blushed Jacqueline."Thanks." Much better than this old wreck," continued Jacqueline."Will you stop it," answered Jill. "You're gorgeous!" No, I look like a train wreck." You are.