.,"Froen Swamp" Shemmin finished for the boy " I know of it, I've yet to go there myself but it is on my list of places to visit." the food arrived be...ore he could ask the boy any other questions so they sat at the table to eat. "Here you are little one, eat up" Shemmin smiled softly at the young croc as he took some bread and a hunk of cheese, using the bread to soak up some of the stew liquid, pairing that with a bite of cheese. Sul's tummy rumbled at the sight of the large turkey legs on his. ”“Trip wants you to stop by the beach house this evening. He said Craig Wild is coming by and would like to see you,” Halle said.I turned an enquiring eye on Halle.“You wouldn’t know where my jeans went, would you?” I asked.“I didn’t pack those,” she said defiantly. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going out in public looking like a farm boy.”“Blue jeans don’t make me look like a farm boy. If I wanted to look like that, I’d get out my work boots, John Deere hat and shit-kicker t-shirt.”“I. He had looked over to where Chris and Lizzie were standing, smiled, sending a sparkle to his eye, and jogged over. He stopped right in front of them, gracing the ladies with a smile that almost caused Lizzie to swoon. He playfully punched Chris in the arm, looked at Lizzie and asked, “So who’ve we got here, Chris?” Chris smacked the guy back and introduced Lizzie to the stud. “Lizzie, this is the trainer, and my cousin, Mikey. Mikey, this is Lizzie, the woman I was telling you about.” Lizzie. I gave a little nod and mouthed “Sure” to her. Michelle screamed that Banshie cry again when she was told it was OK with both of us. Just hearing that gleeful sound, even though in the tight confines of the car it deafened us, it was worth it.Her next question was when could she see the Tree House. “Well,” Lindie said, “We have a pretty full evening with the parade, barbeque and the concert. How’s tomorrow morning. We can all meet there after breakfast.”“Fine with me,” I said, not shadowing the.