" Morgan was distracted as she saw someone sitting on the bleachers, Morgan demanded no one outside the cheer squad be at the meetings, "I'll be right...back girls" she put on a fake smile as she approached the trespasserShe was one of the goth kids, her black hair covering her face, she wore a ripped up dress with a red hoodie and boots, she was listening to music as she wrote, "ahem" Morgan said and gave the girl a moment to notice her"uh can I help you?" she asked annoyed, which infuriated. This was to be a family event, they explained to their husbands. Finally, the Reverend Spargus Bills talked to all sides and convinced the men that it would not be a good thing to serve hard liquor at a family gathering. Most of the men backed down, for they genuinely liked Rev. Bills. He usually understood them and was always willing to help with anything, including working in your fields. Some of the young bachelors who roomed in town when not working as porters and engineers for the. Definitely she must have noticed my eyes on her. And those legs! A man could die for them. Hell, in this day and age, even a woman would."The hotel's photographer came," I replied absently, as if such an incident were even worthy of attention, but in the absence of anything more, it would have to do, "Apparently, the poor chap goes around with a Polaroid."Her eyes betrayed the dismay in them - quite probably, she had also pondered over the same thing that had bothered me. What now? her eyes. Today, I unfortunately will not be stuck in the office writing up reports and processing data like I have been the last week and a half. On this rainy, early Thursday morning, our team has to drive an hour away to the Osceola National Forest to run a habitat assessment and field sample collection.And I don't know what the heck I'm going to do when I go into heat in the middle of the forest.Twenty minutes into our hour-long drive, my womb's occupant gets really active out of nowhere, slithering.