Was I being too careful? By the time I boarded the aircraft to return to Toronto, I was satisfied that I had learned a lot about this Caribbean island... I was even reasonably confident that I knew how I wanted my life to proceed from here. What was left to be decided was whether I would be charting that path alone or with a partner. I knew what I wanted, now it was left in my hands to obtain it. I phoned Cassie when I stepped off the plane that evening. It was after ten pm and I didn’t want to. "Did you grow up here?" asked Joyce, trying to change the subject.Thomas nodded. "Our family bought the property in 1892, and havebuilt several houses here. This one was built in the 1930's. Mygrandfather lived here for many years and passed it down to my fatherwhen I was three." Your grandfather is still alive?" asked Joyce."Yes, he's 89 and lives in Alaska, he hates warm weather," saidThomas. "No, it's a family tradition to pass the house down to theeldest son as soon as he has a family. My. “Am I gonna still get a job if we get up here and my little pervy rugrat is pilfering your son?” “Like he’s gonna complain,” she replied and the older woman turned to look back at her with an odd expression. “If I know him, don’t be shocked if we find him showing it off to her. I’m just hoping he’s not demonstrating how it works now that he knows himself.” “Do we kill’em or not?” “I doubt it would stop them,” Tiffany asserted. When they reached the playset it turned out to be quite a bit. Ranma walking behind Akane now headed home, Look Akane, its no different then when our fathers cooked Nabiki He said walking up to her so they were now standing side by side and walking down the street, I guess your right Ranma, but I cant see a girl really wanting to be cooked like a piece of meat She said with a shudder, Youve never thought about being spit roasted?, or oven roasted?, or slaughtered and butchered??? Ranma asked coyly, Yes Ranma I have but not the way you think She replied..