It had a slash in it, but from my angle, the slash went through the river under orange-leaved trees so it wasn’t really bad. Still, though, I wonder...d why she was reaching out to stroke over the uneven paint. I knew nothing about paintings or even art, but I knew the winter one stirred a longing in me for a freedom I never knew I wanted. But her, with a soft hand, caressed the torn canvas with light fingers.“You miss something?”“I was born over two hundred years ago in a small village in the. But Casey hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, he was caught somewhat off guard himself. And in the end, what did her choice of underwear matter anyway? She doubted that he'd noticed much, she thought with a grin.Now satisfied that her desk showed no sign of the fabulous fuck-fest it had been witness to, she turned toward the door, next to which hung her purse and a backpack where she kept a change of clothes and a pair of sneakers for the bike ride home.She was startled out of her smug reverie by. ..Dear Sirs,It is extremely sad that the relationship between Sharon and I has broken down. I have loved Sharon very much but unfortunately we have not resolved personal problems between us - I believe we could have done and lived happy lives.The relationship having finished, I felt it in both our interests to conduct the sale of the house and division of property in, as you say, an amicable matter. Sharon was determined that I should leave the property. I explained that I could not afford to. I got to Helen's, before anyone else. Since I broke every speed limit on the way, I was a little surprised that I didn't have at least one sheriff car following me. I went to the front door of her house. "Helen," I shouted from the porch."Maxine, thank you for coming, we don't know what to do." Helen said. Jack was no where to be found."Where is Jack," I asked."He has gone looking for Julie," Helen was in tears."Now you have to hold it together Helen. Where did they go into the woods?" I.