"I can tell you're too weak to stand, let alone killme." I know," I growled, "I was sleeping." I closed my eyes and pretendedto get back to sleep. Hop...fully it worked.It didn't. "Why are you sleeping here? The whole town uses this lake."That opened my eyes. I stood and looked around. There wasn't anybodyelse in sight, thankfully. I knelt down and looked him in the eyesagain. "What do you mean the whole town?" Well, mostly just the kids. We like to swim here." Nude?" I like to skinny dip." When. Of course, sometimes a writer’s muse is outside him – or her, mustn’t upset the PC police, must I? – we’ve all read about famous writers, or composers, or sculptors, or whatever, who have fallen in love (usually unrequited, of course) and have produced prodigiously to channel the emotions. I had a wry chuckle to myself. Finding a muse that way isn’t something you can do intentionally. Besides, who wants to be separated from someone you love?So I did what I always do. I resorted to coffee.. I'd been shot down before and it hadn't killed me. I walked over to her desk and said:"Hi. My name is Rob Daltry and I just could not leave here without asking you to have a drink or a cup of coffee with me." You are in luck Rob Daltry. I'm Annie and I have a thing for guys who go after what they want. I get off at four. I'll meet you out front."We hit it off and dated for the next six months and then I asked her to marry me and she said yes.The next six years were among the happiest of my. Max made his way to stand in the doorway of the little room, inside was Captain Morse. Captain Morse had on white mesh short and his body was covered in sweat. His hair was dark dripping wet, his shouldered were tense and you could see the muscles flexing under the skin of his back. He was lifting his right leg and kneeing a large pad stationed under wooden plank. He wore black wraps around his hands up to wrists, as well as around his feet up to his ankles. He was actually grunting with.