Bart watched from the door way and just staired. Fortunately for Bart Sherri and Terri had not noticed him stairing at them as they had thought Lisa h...d shut the bedroom door.Quickly Barts mind went back too the first time he had seen Sherri and Terri. The sight of her still sticks in his mind she had her back to the door banging away on Terrie’s tight round ass jiggling to the beat of her radio just like she was doing now. Just like now he had stopped dead in his tracks in the door way and. On the wall behind it were a few shelves with glasscontainers. Some were half full of alcohol while others weren't eventouched. The labels on them had long faded since they were man made andnot printed out by a machine. Homemade whiskey? Allison began to wonderif perhaps the Morans used to run a speakeasy at one point. That wouldbetter explain the whole secret room aspect. Despite being a horrorfiction writer, Allison herself didn't very much believe in the occult.She was just utterly. Defor remained exactly where he stood, wagging his tail and licking his muzzle. His dark eyebrows where raised in a comically quizzical expression as if he was thinking, damn! That tasted good, what was it?His expression had Mary laughing when she realised what had joined her fingers. She grasped his ears in a playful wrestle and told him he was a naughty dog. Defor's eyebrows only raised slightly more, further exasperating Mary. In fits of giggles, she collapsed in a heap on the floor while. " "Well, when I get done threading this reel, you can use this one. It's a Zebco 202. Easy to use as they come." It sure doesn't look like it, Marc thought. "Anyways, what is it that brings you to the Styx, Marc? You just told me you're not a tourist, since the fishin' is about our only tourism trade." "Well, to be to the point, I'd like to build a chemical lab and manufacturing facility at Sabula. It could mean well over a hundred jobs and a stable economy for your town. Also think of the uses.