. but now, I had the edge to do something to end my hunger.“Those were good times, indeed. I really miss those days...”“Us too, Jean. You are a ...ood friend of ours and you brought us so much good moments and it’s impossible forget you”“I am glad to hear that, Mary... wish only those moments could come back...”I guess they picked my hint right there.“If you want, we can remember them in a more...er... ‘deep’ way”“What do you mean, Scott?“Of course I knew what they meant, but I just wanted them. "We'll beak for a cup of tea, now." said Algernon as soon as he was satisfied. "Veronica had better stay put. We don't want all the trouble of arranging her again and getting it wrong. Some film buffs never miss a trick continuity-wise! And you still need to concentrate on the screaming, Veronica. Remember you are being beaten half to death, by not given a playful slap on the bum by the boyfriend."As the others had their tea and biscuits, Veronica stayed where she was, suspended and stretched. "I'll be right back."The clerk disappears into a back office as you dial your mechanics number. You look down into the case in front of you as you listen to the phone ring and you see magazine in plastic wrap that is black and simply reads "Game Land" in white letters on the cover. The price tag on it reads 0."Any luck?" the clerk asks returning to the front of the store. "Nah, I don't leave too far from here. I can walk home. I'm curious though, what makes that magazine worth 0?" I don't. One of the things I liked about this beach was the family orientation. No blaring boom boxes, or obnoxious college k**s drunk and disorderly on the beach. The occasional scream of an angry c***d was a temporary disruption to the quiet of the beach. The day passed quickly, and I left the beach late in the afternoon feeling relaxed and refreshed. I stopped in the lounge for a glass of wine and took it out onto the deck where I could enjoy my wine and continue to enjoy the sun. All of the tables.