Charleswould have mentioned expecting visitors. "Oh, nothing so formal," he smiled. "I have something for him.It's a quick, informal visit." *Charles?... Jean called mentally. *You have visitors. Shall I show them in?* *Go ahead, Jean.* he responded. *Have them wait in the hall and we'll discussthem when you get here.* "Please follow me and I'll see if he has time you." Leading themthrough the foyer, she gestured to a bench outside Charles study. "Pleasewait here." "Certainly." Gatlin seated. Kurze Zeit später tauchte ein Kleinwagen auf und fuhr in eine Parkbucht nahe am Wald. Dort wo ich parkte, fast schon an der Ausfahrt, konnte mich der Fahrer quasi überhaupt nicht sehen. Ich schaute gelangweilt zu dem Fahrzeug herüber als mein Mund offen stehen blieb. Eine geile Teenymaus stieg aus dem Wagen und schaute sich zu allen Seiten um, so als wollte sie sicher sein hier allein zu sein. Sie hatte lange blonde Haare, schwarze Leggins und ein schwarzes, enges ärmelloses Top mit. "I guess I better go now." Oh, please! Not yet!" Mr. Milton begged."Well, my friend Chrissie is waiting for me in the cab." But just a few more minutes," he said."No, I better --" I'll give you some more money." Well, how much have I made so far, sir?" Over a thousand dollars."Nancy was astounded. "Well, if you wanna give me a bunch more, I suppose I could stay for a while." Done," he replied. "Sit down in that big chair by the door." Okay."Nancy sat down in the chair, deep leather, a big black. .only toreturn to the bathroom half an our later (must stop drinking so muchtea!!!). I'm just coming down the stairs from the bathroom for thethird time that hour when the door bell rings. With an anxiety Iapproach the door, fearing who could ever possibly be on the otherside. It need not be a threat, it could be Mom or one of my brothers,even a salesman, but in this form I couldn't help but feel terriblyvulnerable. With one hand cradling my belly, I unlock the door..."Billiieeeee!!! Look at.