She looked around. What had Robert been looking for? She spotted the shirt Robert had been wearing. It lay there, just a few feet away from her. As ...veryone had woken up, Leah had put herself down in the bed of Sarah and Robert. Crawling under the cover where Robert would sleep. It gave her a cozy feeling. Although he hadn’t actually slept there yet, the idea was enough. As the mobile-home had come to a halt, the girls got out to take breakfast. Not Leah. Pretending to have fallen back. The only room that was heated was the living room where she and the other residents, mostly young people like Iris, would gather around the television and share the warmth emanating from the coal-burning stove.Deciding what to watch on television was always a compromise and inevitably the news channels were the ones about which there was least dispute. The choice was principally between the various affiliates of Fox UK and the rather diminished service provided by the EBC. Ever since the. She had a lean body, but her skin still was shiny and tight. She had a nice hour glass structure of 32-28-36. Though she had a 14 year old son, she looked like a young girl just turned 18 now. A perfect firm body and young face. She always had tight blouse uplifting her breast and Sari. Her pallu used to be carelessly tagged to show the firm cleavage and flat stomach from side. Her sari knot was always low waist, sometime revealing her pubic hairs line running to the belly button.It was the. Look at my shoulder. Look at his poor face. We were there while you were up here guzzling vegetables."He sniffed, "Great makeup job, Mister Cantrell." You fucking idiot!" Amanda raged. That is not makeup. The swelling and all the rest are real. This is a bullet hole in my shoulder. My house in San Diego was burned to all the way to the ground. This is not a plot to suck you in."She stood. "Yes or no. Are you in or out? If necessary, I will do this as an independent. No, we. Mark and I, will do.