No one wants to know if Meghan got a breast reduction once they see her paper-flat chest. That dreadful askers face keeps flashing in my mind. His eye... are so startlingly blue. But how would he react if someone asked whether theyre real or just contacts? Why do I–and only I–need to explain my body? ~~ The lunch bell rings. Time for class again. We flood out of the courtyard like a massive stampede of buffalo. Hey baby. Sup, honey? Heres my number, babe. Hey, wanna have some fun? This is the. Catherine looked fondly after him.He's a lucky son of a bitch, she thought, but then so is she!Ged's flight was uneventful and he managed to sleep. He arrived at the house to find it warm and aired and remembered Karin had been in after he emailed her that he was coming home.He was jet lagged and half awake in spite of the sleep on the plane. He sent an email to Gus and Graham telling them he had arrived but needed a day to recover from the journey. Then he tried to stay awake, but gave in and. It was a good thing that my old stake-side truck had an exceptionally high clearance. That excuse for a fire road was nothing but ruts, cuts, washouts, pits and voids. I could have lost an Abrams tank to that thing. It hadn't been looked at, much less worked on in over eight years, and eight years of mountain weather had pretty much returned it to its natural state. It took a state-level court order to get it returned to something that a car could navigate. It still took the county a year and a. That's when I heard the roaring engine and squealing tires.There was a pick-up truck on the street below. It was headed toward the playground and doing 40 or 50 miles per hour. I'd completed my shot, so I thought I'd try some live-action and focused the camera on the pickup. I panned back a little so everyone could see the entire street. That's when it hit me. He wasn't going to be able to stop before hitting the fence around the playground. This was going to be something serious.A small car on.