"Uh, better make that forty-five minutes." She smiled as she flipped the phone closed. "You do make it difficult don't you?" Not difficult," teased Li...da. "Just interesting." She lay back spreading her legs and writhing her naked body for Cassi's approval. "Now, where were we?" I think we were using the Star Trek method," giggled Cassi."The Star Trek method?" Yeah, we were both going where no one has gone before." Oh, I wouldn't say no one," retorted Linda, "but I can say no one I've enjoyed. And, that Friday afternoon, Linda was there.Roger had just called the kids, to say that Lucy and he would be out of town for the weekend (in fact, they would be in George's house), and that, after work, he would just come to get some clothes and go.The kids could have just taken their clothes off, but come on, after what they had experienced less than two hours before, who had the energy? And who had the urge? They were all satisfied. They made plans for the night, but they all waited for Roger. She dumped it out beside me. She found my wallet taking my money from it and my purse. She counted out a little over seven hundred dollars.“I thought you said she was a rich old bag,” the girl said looking at Carl.“Her husband is well off I just figured she was too,” Carl said.“I told you I should have gone after him,” the girl said to Carl.“Just take what she has,” Carl said to her.The girl put my money into her beach bag. She walked out the door leaving Carl. Carl looked at me telling me he. "The ghost is naught a legend," the village blacksmith said excitedly to Karl and Merry. "With these eyes not two score evenings ago I saw it seize my furnace in it's massive jaws, drain it of molten iron, eat the white hot coals and then fly away into the gathering dusk. I was in fear for my life, but it did not harm me." I also have seen the ghost devour ten and seven cords of split logs from my winter supply of firewood as easily as a child nibbles on a sweet," another villager said. "Smoke.