I have finished with all of my questions for Miss Ferguson and she can move her stuff at any time." Mr. Buxton, I want to know, why you felt the need ...o question her in the first place? You know better and I will make sure your boss hears about it, as soon as I get outside and call him. Sarah is the victim, not the perpetrator of this mess. As distraught as she is, for you to question her without an attorney is way over the line." Whoa, Mr. Morgan! Sarah, my wife, and I, graduated from college. So I live two lives. In the “present” (if that has any meaning) as a part-time paralegal, Mr. PC, with plenty of spare time funded not by the job but by the sale of antebellum gold coins and bric-a-brac. In the “past”, I sell toilet paper. It’s a luxury item, my toilet paper (bought in bulk from supermarkets in the “present”, and sold minus the packaging), and much sought after. It funds my plantation.Now my plantation runs at a loss (but my trade in toilet paper and antebellum memorabilia. Thia and Ray worked out the financing through me of course.Ray wasn’t happy but he allowed me to do it. I explained to Ray that I had the money, and it would be going to him soon anyway. What I didn’t tell him was that I didn’t even have to move the gray funds around, or sell off any gold. All the money from the TV shows collecting dust in my clean money accounts was more than enough to buy the car. However it didn’t leave me the large buffer, I once had. I know I’m weird, but I actually looked. "I'm afraid so my Talatha'shar." A'yan caressed her cheek. "We must be apart for two moons now, such are the laws of our engagement."She turned and twisted the sapphire on ring on her finger. "But... I'm going to miss you so much!" her chest already throbbing from the loss. "And I you, my beautiful wife to be." He said and leaned in to kiss her. "When we meet again, we will be joined together. Forever."Summer's hands clawed the open air and shivers ran down her spine as he said that word. She.