I had barely spoken three words to the man since he hired me. Bosses intimidate me badly, they always have. I gave him a sheepish smile and walked ou... of the kitchen. "Oh and you better mop this mess up when you get done making him happy!" He called after me. I approached Bryan's table and as I did he smiled at me. He had a gorgeous smile to go with his gorgeous everything else. He looked good tonight in his 3 piece pin striped business suit and burgundy tie. The blue of his shirt mirrored the. Shit, shit, shit.Craig struggled to hold up his towel as well as follow the policeman intothe living area. His long dark hair was still dripping on the woodenfloor as it was still wet from where he'd doused it earlier. Thepoliceman looked around the living room and then headed towards thebedroom. Craig realised that he'd have to do something. It was now ornever. He raced forward and allowed the towel to slip down to Diana'sankles such that she tripped and fell over the towel. The fake. Okay, now I have the gun, and I know where the carnival is, so I walk back to my car to make the trip and end this for everyone. I start thinking that I should call work and let them know I'll be back, (I will still need a job after the divorce), and I should wear a disguise. It's all so silly, I realize. I'm not planning on doing anything after this except turn the gun on myself, so why do I have to make other plans. Perhaps I should write a note then? No, I've said all that I wanted to say to. I was occasionally boarding a few horses in one of the 3 barns, including my wife’s mare White Cloud. One of the barns was converted into my blacksmith/machine shop. The other was converted into a small art gallery. The loft was remodeled with plenty of windows for Anne to paint. My precious wife expressed her need to paint with watercolors. She consigned some to several large art galleries all over the Country. In time, I learned all there was for Sam to teach me. We weren’t in competition.