His brown eyes lit upon an overturned Guinness crate. It had to be nearing the thirtieth anniversary of its unremarkable birth, but the old man with t...e sore body saw no other option. With that thought, a memory flashed vividly before the old man’s still vibrant eyes. He could see Philippe de la Croix’s face as clear as day, the blue eyes, the short-sheared light brown hair, the aquiline features. His sardonic voice as he repeated an old Yiddish proverb: ‘No option is still an option.’ The Jew. " Yes, it is," the seductive blonde agreed. "What's Eddie doing?" Taking a nap... I guess he was really exhausted when he got home... you two must have really hiked around a great deal."Cindy supressed a giggle. "Yeah, we... uh, we had a great time... Say, are you going anywhere in particular?" No, not really," Lily said.Cindy was feeling much more confident now. Apparently Eddie had said nothing, and if Lily felt any anger toward Carl, she was not transferring it to Cindy. In fact, the boy's. Wild." The last word came out breathy and Andrews took a step towards her."That sounds boring. Do you want wild? Even for a day?" He braced a hand on either side of her and she leant back. It looked almost like a retreat, except the move made her slightly spread legs spread a little more. "Something exciting and strong and maybe something that leaves a few bruises? Fun bruises?" He was well and truly committed to this now, and he hoped she would say yes."Bruises are best when they're fun." She. Mother told me that her sister's would be coming at the end of the month, and would be staying for three week's. I had two week's of waiting so father called Uncle Tomas and Aunt Julian to come down for a week's stay. Of corse they had to bring their children, Malcolm, who was twenty three, and their daughter Beverly, who was nineteen. Both were married and liked the lake house greatly. They showed up early on Tuesday morning at six thirty. Uncle Tomas was just that, a real kiss ass, to father.