”She turns to look at me, pained confusion in her eyes, and I realize that she really thinks I’m going to turn her in.“The price for my silence,...will be one kiss,” I tell her, and while the pain disappears, the confusion remains in her eyes.“Mr. Snow, there’s no need. I know what I am, and I won’t put you through that kind of torture,” there is a deep sadness in her tone, and my heart breaks to hear it.“I didn’t say I was giving you an option,” I say, and know that I’m acting very different. Next, a pair of jean shorts cut short to show off her legs and tight to emphasize the curve of her butt. Followed by a lacy white bra covered by a pink tank top. Usually, she went without a bra, especially at home. Now it would be another item for Scott to remove. Lastly, a light spray of his favorite perfume. That should be enough to rev up his motor.Preparing for Scott's arrival had only used twenty minutes and now she had to find some way of distracting herself. Nothing seemed to work.. She looks up at me and throws me a kiss. This afternoon will be a good night to check out her cell number.The bells ring the second warning. We part, heading for our rooms. The morning goes fast but every time there is a break I think of calling Carey. I hope she can keep a secret. Finally noon arrives. I have to return the van for mom. Whilst there, I find Carey's number."Hello." Hi Carey, this Don." Oh Don thanks for calling. What can I do for you?" Are you alone?" No Rhonda is with me but we. .. out in the middle of the lake, the storm would strike..."I'm Baaack!"The Lakes are warm compared to the Arctic's frigid southward flow. Added to it, a major front swept in from the southern plains. Warm water, cold air and massive winds combined to kill 19 ships, and stranded or wrecked 19 others.Should such a storm occur today, with a comparable volume of shipping, the monetary loss alone would exceed one hundred million dollars. Similar storms, like the November 11th, Armistice Day Storm.