What am I doing!She received a text and ducked into the nearest bathroom, hoping the boywouldn't follow. The text was from Kyle:Thought you might lik... to see this:Below the text was a picture of a beautiful dress, deep blue with a lowneckline. Casey - or Skye - had been talking to Alison on the phone.Luckily Skye had been able to dodge Alison at school and had put off herrequests to see each other again. Kyle had overheard Casey saying hewanted to buy a dress and assumed he was talking. It didn’t matter how careful one was, there was no way to keep it from sticking. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people heard of a tomato? Or a mango? Meat. Bread. Onions. A carrot. A potato. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts. Unhappy ones. Of course they’re pale. Where’s the sun, anyway? And it’s not even winter yet.She had hated London. Too many people. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. Oxford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the. If he never hurt you or Amber I shouldn't bother him. The kids' fathers, though, they can start paying or they can die."I patted Sharon's ass and said "Let's go back inside." Once she was moving I asked "So, when do I meet your boyfriend?" I don't have one. Men are trouble." Well, that's true enough. Although, it can just as well be said that women are trouble, too." I'm not trouble. I never cause any trouble. I just want to be left alone." And people won't leave you alone, will they?" We were. They’re too noisy.All of that pretty much wiped my savings, so I had to find work. I picked up a job as an instructor for a firearms and self-defense academy in a town about a hour’s drive away. That was okay for a while but I got tired of dealing with pseudo-macho wannabee tough guys, so I started looking for something else to do. About then, a retired Lieutenant Colonel for whom I’d worked asked if I’d like to be a reader/editor for a book he was writing. That went well, and gave me the idea.