He stuffed the egg in his pocket and grabbed for the goose’s beak. Running to the loose board he hit it hard with his shoulder, eliciting a groan fr...m himself and a muffled squawk from the goose, who jerked her beak from his hand in the process.“WHAT’S GOING ON OUT THERE?!” came a stentorian bass voice loudly from the house.Mortimer stepped out the back door. He stopped suddenly, his eyes going round and wild at the same time.“FEE FIE FOE FUM!” he yelled. “I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN. Broad shoulders and strong limbs, whole and unimpeded, thick muscles coil around every inch of your naked frame, stark and shining in the moonlight. An athlete. A warrior. A husband. A father. A lone tear rolls down your cheek and becomes lost in your long, dark hair. Your reflection doesn't move, chiseled jaw line remaining impassive as you move to brush away the locks. Another drop falls silently into the water. The rushing noise in your ears and head blocking the minuscule splashing. The. Brushing it out and running her fingers through the tresses was something she loved doing for lots of time during the day. She was happy spending most of her time in the apartment, putting on her special makeups and beauty products to keep her skin so soft, tender, and smooth. And keeping her hair like silk when washed and brushed properly.She is a lucky girl. Especially since Malia seems to be turning out to be a nice friend. Last night Malia asked to brush out Leora's hair while they watched. She more than once caught herself wanting to know this man better. Dorothy Fisher gave the man directions to FoxWood Lane, to Edna Mayfield’s house. She felt somewhat at odds with herself: guilty at having manipulated the woman, angry at having been pulled into Edna Mayfield’s one act drama. She had voided her own best counsel, played her trump card right away. Desperate to find a home for this man, in a way — desperate to know him better, to marry him, to bare his children! She found her way.