Ashley turned to Flow and insisted she make herself known to restore the balance of propriety. Flow sighed and spoke softly, “Cum Flowing Freely of ...utting Stag at your service. Please, my lady, just call me Flow.” Ashley thought her mother would be pleased that she didn’t even break a smile; suppressing her laughter was a worthy feat. Unfortunately for the poor girl, the rest of the audience did not have Ashley’s poise.“Flow, certainly we shall call you thus. If you would be so kind, what was. I tried on several more outfits and he approved of each ofthem. Finally it was time to leave and we went to the front. I asked himwhich he was going to buy for his wife and he said all of them.I was thinking to myself, Wow what a lucky woman. The clerk rang us upand after bagging all of the cloths, let us out and locked the doorsbehind us. I then thanked him for letting me model the cloths and startedto walk away and he said, "Wait, I have a confession to make, I don'thave a wife, but that was. Damn. How did she do that? She was still between him and the old house, and still watching as though she could see him. Even when the fire was blocked by the house, eliminating any chance of a reflection, she was still somehow tracking him.Enough. It was no fun playing with someone who wouldn't play back the proper way. He rose to his full height and walked into the clearing.The Camper"My, he WAS a big one," was her first thought when he came into the light. She shrugged and turned back to the. She knew from experience that once Keely threw herself into something, one hundred percent would be given until completion. It turned out to be the best thing for Keely because it kept her mind off Paul and the divorce. Darbie snapped back to the present to find Keely staring at her intently. ‘Spill it’ was all she said to Darbie, who stole a glance at Alan. ‘Aunt Linda called me last night.’ Every muscle in her body tensed up as Keely heard her brother mention that name. ‘And this has to do.