"How are you this morning, beautiful?" Its Christmas ... its time for you to wake up ... everyone wants to see what Santa brought."I gave her one more...hug as I sat up, seeing Taylor standing in the doorway smiling."And daddy..." Hummm?" You need to shave!" She rubbed her face as she said it, having been the victim of my morning stubble.Taylor laughed as she came into the room."Yeah ... and maybe shower too!"She was dressed in a light gray cashmere sweater, a dark gray full skirt that came to. Ethan’s closed eyelids under his eye shadow sparkled, as his jaw moved against Boston’s mature jaw. Sheer, secret pleasure. Sheer sensations. Sheer luxury and finesse. After they finished, Ethan sighed. ‘I have a surprise for you in the bedroom.’Boston lay on the bed and closed his eyes, just as Ethan asked him to. On the dressing table was a pink tutu and a white tiara. Ethan pulled up the tutu and placed the tiara on his head. ‘You can open your eyes now,’ he smiled, posing with his hands on. That was surprisingly helpful.”He left the stall. It was hard to fathom how Rhys could have such a large lead, especially considering the state of his leg. Maybe that dark elf knew some shortcuts. The most important information was that Rhys indeed had been here, and only recently. All he needed to do was sit back and wait until the boy returned. Another sobering thought followed that idea.What if Rhys found a way to slip by him again and skip the ‘Dryad’ altogether? Carver would probably kill. 0 were towing their travel trailer to Alabama as a part of the Great Migration.'Great Migration' is my invention for the moving of four families to Auburn. It's a giggle. Me 'n' Susan, we're the dumb ones of the group where 'dumb' is an ACT of thirty or better and language is a tool wielded like an artist's brush one moment and a sledgehammer the next.But today we're on the way to a little Alabama airfield to get Nikki and Dan. It's an hour and a half flight, actually a little more. I'm flying..