They can rise armies or destroy them, they can strength the weakest of hearts or soothe some ones mind before they leave or pass away leaving behind a...legacy to be strong to protect others. Even kings that kill there opposes have to surfer with the words of the people they have take and families they have ruined echoing through there minds till they die. Your body may turn to dust but your words live on in the winds and in the c***dren you gave life to. They will be true to your name and up. It would be very expensive to try and change the neighborhood.”The man smiled. “May I?” he said, reaching into his briefcase and pulling out a folder. “Ah, here it is. Sgt. Dan Pettigrew. You live on Eighteenth Street, you have a lovely wife, she even looks like a librarian. A sexy librarian, if I may say so. You have a sixteen year old son, a whiz on the basketball court. College scouts are already looking at him. Oh, and a daughter in college. Vassar, I’m impressed. Even on a scholarship it. More so than of his cross-dressing habit."Breakfast is ready." Mrs. Sherman chirped as Mike headed downstairs to the kitchen. His father was reading the paper and his mother was sitting at the table."Have you heard the wonderful news?" Mrs. Sherman said as she took a sip of coffee. "Someone has bought the house next door. They have a daughter your age." New neighbors?" Mike froze. His thoughts were back on the movers he saw and realized it wasn't part of his dream. His mother stared at him. To Julie’s dismay her white panties were visible through the thin fabric. However, weightier issues were at hand.“Well girls, what have you got to say for yourselves?”“Miss Harrison?” said Emma, innocently.“Now don’t come all righteous with me, young lady. I’ve just had a call from PC Meadows.”“Oh.”“Yes ‘Oh.’ And you can take that smug look off your face, Lucy.”“I have a naturally superior expression, Miss Harrison.”Julie slapped her desk, causing both girls to jump.“I assure you, Miss.