It had required six different tradesmen each doing a small portion of the work and variously they supposed they were building a library, a mop cupboar..., a retreat for meditation, a private chapel and simply an extension to her quarters. The shower was fitted at a different time by different tradesmen who knew nothing of the existence of the door. A days gentle cutting through the shower liner gave an exquisitely hidden hideaway.‘Please help me’ whimpered Mekis. Rono – attached in similar way to. There’s kids on Razor Scooters for chrissakes, how unsafe could this place be? Focus! He looks kinda good in those jeans. Focus, dammit! ******************** Wednesday SGLNLVNIT. Aahh, the cryptic vanity plate. Wonder how many times he’s almost got rear-ended from people trying to figure it out? God, I haven’t improved my time all week. I think I’ll shoot him my best Whatever Face. What does it mean anyway? So Glan…Siggle New…No, wait, Single New Living? Single and Living It…no, I got it! Ha!. "Knock knock," Heather said as she cracked the door open. She saw me atthe computer and came over to stand behind me; she sipped on a half-empty glass of red wine."Where's Jennifer?" I asked, still eyeing the game."Asleep on the couch...or passed-out on the couch to be precise. Thatlittle cheerleader of yours can't hold her liquor." She reached aroundme to set the glass on the desk next to my keyboard. As she did one ofher soft, sweater-bound breasts slid heavily across the top of. That left Chris. After two weeks without information, she wanted Sergeant Young to do a search on where he could be. He hadn’t been to the school or to his house. The housekeeper said his things were still there. Knowing his love for the children and his job, she was worried. If he didn’t show up soon she would have to inform his parents. Meanwhile Chris was away in the woods, living in isolation. He hadn’t bathed or shaved since he came. He was barely eating and mostly sleeping or wandering in.