"Good," the king sighed, rising from the freshly turned soil and brushing it from his knees. "I'm not sure I do either, and its better that way. Bette... for us all, I think."Life dances and sings.Within us, within our blood, within the very cells of us, life dances and sings a song we do not hear. I did not hear it. Did not know to listen for it, but it is there.Like the song Gaen sings, the song that is each of us is magic. Not so great, of course, as Gaen's song, yet neither is it less.. In his heart, Jerry felt that he had gotten the better of the night and owed Sarah some"lagniappe" (a Louisiana term for "something extra"). Jerry gently nudged her thigh and she sleepily obliged by responding to his tactile urging. As she rolled onto her back, her curly bush hair captured the sun light and glistened, either with new wetness, or the dried exudates from the night before. Her luscious thighs were slightly parted, framing a perfect love triangle. Jerry leaned over Sarah’s bush and. "Aunt Anne's assistant at the institute, he's very cute." Now where had that last comment come from?"I remember Anne telling me about him, bit of a hunk apparently."Anne had said that? He blushed deep red, "Well you'll find out tomorrow. I'll see you about five o'clock, okay." Fine, goodbye dear" Bye, mom." He hung up and breathed a sigh of relief, Julie's mom hadn't noticed that it wasn't her daughter she was speaking to."Mom?" said an amused deep voice in the doorway.Jim looked at Julie and. As I passed oneof them which was dimly lit down on the end I thought I saw something, soI looked and it startled me thinking I saw a person, but then upon longerinspection it appeared to be a mannequin. So I kept going to take care ofmy buisness. However I got a cold chill down my spine.I started thinking about what a grocery store needed a mannequin for. Ifthey ever needed life people looking things, they were ususally cardboardand over by the in store Subway. No, they didn't have any.