The guy who built the oven on the vid baked some beautiful bread in it. If he can do it, so can I. I’ll keep on until I find the right recipe, and I...��ll eventually learn to gauge the temperature correctly – I hope. For now, I’ll just check frequently until the bread looks right.With a sigh, he began work on a log that he had dragged in earlier to add to his wall.With the bark stripped off and the sides flattened, he started to drill the holes for the pegs when he stopped to reconsider. Lining. I might be able to do just that. I lean in for a kiss, tasting those soft wet lips one more time before watching the car drive off with her.Once back in my room, while I get all my stuff packed up and get dressed for the day, something occurs to me. I made a kind of lame email address, and Yuki didn't record it, so I think of a better one, something naughty to compliment hers. Before I leave the room, I decide on the perfect one, and, snickering to myself, create it and store Yuki's in the. Still, I grit my teeth and ignore the odd sensations that come with each step. Outside the sun is shining, the birds are whistling some happy, pleasant tune. A dry wind cools the sweat that has accumulated on my body inside the sticky cabin. I sigh. Brey and Linda are sitting under a tree, staring at the clouds. I may be mistaken but I can almost see a smile on their lips. "Alan," says Brey in a solemn voice. "I knew you'd follow us, we gotta talk to you." "About what," I. ‘I can’t be here,’ she said aloud. Brenda quickly got back into the car and closed the door. She turned the key. Nothing. Damn she hated the clutch and standard shift. Then the rain started to fall. It was heavy and gray. With it came the hail pinging on the car’s hood and roof. She quickly got the window rolled up. Brenda reached for the key again, but something moving to her left caught her eye. She turned and watched the house at the end of the block explode as it vanished into a black.