Fystee sweeps the piles of random literature from her desk clearing a nice spot to mount Pixie upon it. Pixie can still smell the alcohol on Fystee's ...reath and wonders just how good of a night she did have. Fystee throws the length of licorice she is still holding over the desk and traps Pixie between the her and the desk. Smiling with a twinkle she leans into Pixie for a gentle kiss while raising her arms over her head. She continues to get more forceful and she leans Pixie backwards onto. " Well," I grunted in reply, "we leave when you're ready. Is there anything I can do to help?"The question didn't get answered. Just then, the report of a rifle filled the air. At its sound, I whirled my head about looking to see who was firing. I spotted Vicky heading towards the dunes. Then I spotted Karen down the beach where we'd entered it. She'd turned at the sound of the report as well and she'd seen Vicky running. It looked like she was going to take after Vicky as well. Instinctively,. “He told me that after 25 years he knew that the lies you were spouting had to come from someone else — it wasn’t something you thought of on your own.”Her mother frowned at that, but didn’t say anything.“Dad told me right then that the only explanation he could think of was that you were running away with a lover. He didn’t know whom; but he just knew that was what you were doing. He felt betrayed and, by the way, really pissed.“The next day he went to a divorce lawyer he knew with the letter. A tear had escaped from Melody’s eye even though she was valiantly trying to keep it back.“I just want to help,” she whispered.“Darling, I will absolutely take you with me as my chaperone,” I said. “I didn’t mean to play that down.”“Not only that, but I foresee a lot of work for you in the business if you can do it,” Lissa said. “What would be better in our fashion line than our own fabrics, designed by our own personal textile artist?”“Really?”“Yes, really. I thought it would be obvious, but I.