The poor girl needs some time off. I know just what she's going through, it happened to me before my kids were old enough to go to school." What did y...u do?" Dumped the kids on their dad and took off for a week by myself." What happened?" You don't want to know. I'd really prefer that you continue to think of me as a nice girl. It almost cost me my hubby, but I came home rested, relaxed and ready to handle things. And I vowed that I would never let it happen again. Now I take one night a week. I opened the @#&*$% door again.Each held out her right hand. In her grip was a six pack of beer. A really good beer of Irish origin. If a certain whiskey is my darling, then that beer is my sweetheart."We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are having, ' I told myself as my hand reached for. K**s are the ones who will be here when we are dead and we need them to be smart and do the right thing. I love helping people and being kind to anyone in need, I spend most of my time working for people for free, cause I have more money then I could spend in three life times. my dad died and left me alot of money but that's a story for some other time. I have two cars and one truck that I love and would cry if anything ever happen to them I mean i would lose it if someone would try to hurt my. "Just think of it as a Christmas present for me, okay? I mean, not that this wasn't a great present in itself, but you--" "Emma, hush. It's fine. It's fantastic. I love you, too." Now that he'd said it, the rest of his apprehension fled. He rested his forehead against hers and said it again. "I love you." "Oh, Luke." Emma felt tears well up again. She was afraid to believe this was all happening. She hadn't meant to tell him, at least not yet. "Hey, don't cry." Luke kissed her, long and slow,.