“Flow, don’t plan, act, react. Don’t think, just move,” he repeated the mantra a few times before bringing his hands up and positioning his le...s, but he didn’t open his eyes yet. He looked inside himself at the roiling ball of energy that was his natural magic reserves. It was many times the size of when he first learned he could see magic, a testament to how much his abilities had grown. He let that power flow into him and fill him up, “Act, react, don’t think just move,” he said opening his. "She glanced down at the boardwalk as she said, "Thanks, dear."Larry didn't bother giving much thought to what she might be thinking atthat moment. They had been married thirty years ago when she was eighteen.They'd already been together for a couple of years at that point after shehad ditched of high school and left home for him. She had been the onewho'd wanted to get married, thinking it might change him for the better.He couldn't have cared less. She was his old lady, either way, his to. We didn't need to see eachother everyday or even every year to know the love would always be there. I was unprepaired for a keg, no ice, no container for the ice. "So what's the deal with these girls you are calling Kimmie are they coming? We need ice before this thing gets too warm" "Katrina and Sam are on their way over I'll tell em to get some." "Tell em to get a lot of ice." By the time the girls got there the keg was probable almost half way gone in less then a. The wet quilt provided wonderful protection for the rest of his body but not so his feet. Those feet paid a high price for their part in the events of that night but not nearly as high as the price Blake Benson paid.The story that emerged from all the investigations was that Vanessa’s father was solely responsible for that fire as he was the first time all those years ago. That first fire had seen the man convicted and sentenced accordingly. This fire, however, would see him sentenced to far a.