”“Alternatively, I could borrow my dad’s place. It’s got more land and a nice pond with a swimming area, too. I would have to bring a chain to...put across the entrance. We should probably do that anyway.”“Jam, figure it out. I just want it private. I plan for us to be naked a lot. I’ve read enough to have a lot of theoretical knowledge about sex. I want to experience love with you a lot during that time. I figure a week at most. There are two other weddings we must attend and they will be. I feel resentment stirring. Blessed resentment! That’s something, that’s mine. August They say I’m doing better. I’m off Suicide Street and have moved to Pitiful Parade. And they say that’s better. I wish you wouldn’t visit so often. I don’t want to hear about life outside, it has no meaning in here. And I wish you wouldn’t hold me so close. I can sense your fear though you try hard these days to conceal it. You were angry at first, and that I understood. But why are you so afraid now? You got. As a laugh she readone of the spells out loud while pointing at her pat cat, Snark. Therewas an audible crackle in the room as she finished reading. Withinseconds poor Snark had transformed from a tabby into a rather confusedborder collie.John nearly had a heart attack as he watched the transformation.Marissa went into a panic herself. She dropped the book and ran to theformer cat and began stroking him. Snark calmed down and started makingan odd noise that John soon recognized as the dog. " You did?" Well, I figured you'd want to play again. Did I do something wrong? You don't have to play. I just thought we'd better sign up before all of the places were filled." I'll have to ask Mrs. Parsons. She normally plans out the schedule for me doing things. I don't think she'd like it much if I start telling her about plans I've already made. I'll ask her about it though, and let you know tonight, or maybe tomorrow. Is that okay?" I guess. If you cancel out on me, I'll have to try to.