It could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other han... all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those recipients don't send me junk mail now.This particular letter was a LETTER ... not some multicolored extravaganza promising the moon if I would only...FINAL NOTICETHIRD NOTICE. And the sauna!”“OK. You win! Like always.”“Of course! You always gave me exactly what I wanted, even if I didn’t know I wanted it.”“That first night?” I smirked.“You know, that’s one thing nobody will ever do with me except for you,” she said softly.“Then I’m privileged, Peaches.”We walked back into the house and took off our winter clothes. We went to the kitchen and I made some hot chocolate for Stephie and me and some warm apple juice for Jesse.“Isn’t he going to need a nap?” Stephie asked.I. They filled out the paperwork and paid the fee which was real reasonable considering the way some of the scammers tried to fleece the tourists stewed to the gills in the middle of the night.Amy looked at the female-in-charge and saw her yawn from what was probably a long night. She had that little slouch that gave away her preference for taking it up the rear door entry. For some insane reason, it started her thinking about Diego's equipment and she concentrated on pushing that erotic thought. ”“Consider it a favor returned.”We got to my house about some ten minutes later. He came up the stairs and I laid him on my fathers’ bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. Night had fallen by the time I saw him again. He walked out of my fathers’ room in his t-shirt and shorts. His papers lay on the table ready to grade and crumpled only a little. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the beginning of the year – he did it every year. The whole.