Jill: Jack, what are you looking for?
Jack: Candy.
Jill: You won’t find it among my spices.
Jack: I know what I’m dong.
Jill: Well all right. Just don’t make a mess.
Jack: Ah-hah! I found them. I’ll just take this to the workshop. Jill will never know I swiped one.
Jill: Oh, that man!
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Previously in Suzie’s House, Vin, Suzie, and Miranda followed Christina to a quiet neighborhood behind Woodman’s then watched her enter the house of a man Vin knows.
Miranda stifled a giggle as she closed her car door. Clearly she didn’t take this operation very seriously.
“Shhhhh!” Suzie hissed, her expression solemn.
To Vin’s mixed horror and amazement, the two women dashed to the nearest tree and peeked around like a couple of kids playing hide and seek. If Christina didn’t see them coming a mile away, the man in the house where Christina had gone into would.
Knowing the man, there were probably already half a dozen photos of them pulling up to the curb right after Christina.
Reflexively, Vin checked his gun to be sure it was handy. Then he sauntered across the street as if he had every right to be there. Miranda and Suzie were busy dashing from one patch of shade to the next as if afraid of the sun. They looked so silly Vin had to fight to keep the grin off his face. As soon as he passed Miranda and started up the sidewalk, she snagged his arm. They strolled along like some old-time couple.
He smiled down at her, and patted her hand. “The secret to going undetected in a city is to act natural. I’m glad you’re catching on.”
She smiled back, but her eyes narrowed dangerously. No doubt she considered him such an idiot he wouldn’t realize she was only interested in staking her claim. No way he was going to scare her off by letting her know he was on to her.
“So what’s this guy’s name, anyway?” Suzie asked as she caught up with them. She walked on his far side so he was bracketed by pretty women.
“Um… Ah…” What could he say? The name the man had in Quantico? The name he was using last time Vin saw him?
“You don’t know?” Miranda’s right eyebrow winged up.
“I know a couple of names. I’m not sure which ones he’s going by now.” No doubt he would want to keep as much of his cover as he could. Vin had to respect that.
“Oh.” Miranda’s voice went flat.
They strolled right past the house they were interested in. Both women gave him a funny look, so when they came even with the strip of lawn between houses, he made a dash for it. Suzie and Miranda followed with a cut-short shriek.
He got up on his toes to look in the first window, then bent double to look in the next.
“What are we looking for?” Miranda asked.
“Christina.”
“Oh. But she’ll be in the living room won’t she? It’s back this way.” Miranda headed for the front of the house.
Vin pulled her back. “He never uses the living room. If we really want to know what they are up to, we need to check this way.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She pulled free. “In fact, I think I saw a shadow through the privacy curtain.” She headed for the front of the house.
Under other circumstances, Vin might have gotten mad, but what would it matter? It wasn’t like she’d tip the man off. He glanced at Suzie, who moved down the wall toward the back yard, checking windows as she went. She wouldn’t notice a thing if he found an opportunity to get fresh with Miranda. He strolled to the front with a light step.
“See. They are in there.” She pointed at the shape of a head and shoulders backlit by a lamp, sitting with its back to the gauze curtains.
“That’s a dummy.”
“I am not a dummy!”
“I never said you were.” He pointed to the silhouette, in the process wrapping himself around her. She smelled of jasmine and cherry today.
“What?” Twisted around to look at him before returning her attention to the window. If she’d been half a second slower he’d have stolen a kiss.
“See anything moving? Hear any voices?”
“No,” she admitted reluctantly. She pushed away from him to put her ear to the window, looking patently ridiculous in the process. Some spy she made.
“Over here,” Suzie said in a stage whisper from the side of the house. She waved them toward the back. “They’re in here.” She pointed to a bush.
Miranda didn’t question her. She simply dropped to her knees and crawled forward. Vin couldn’t help but stare.
“I see Christina, but who is she with?” The only thing showing were her short leather skirt riding up her long legs, and the delicious curve of her butt. Vin settled in to enjoy the show.
Suzie hunched over the top of the bush and pointed. Light from a hidden window shined on her face. “I think he was over there.”
“Well he isn’t there now.” Miranda’s rear shifted from side to side as she worked deeper into the bush.
When Vin got her home he was going to have to let her know how hot she made him. He’d insist they used her room because she was less likely to get away. Then he’d peel off that leather skirt, and…
“So, Vin. How’s it hanging?” The man put his arm across Vin’s shoulders and squeezed.
Vin winced once for the pain in his shoulder and again for being caught so badly off guard.
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As if turning his solider’s quarters into a place for his mistress wasn’t enough, Prince Edward had to go throwing his weight around. We continue with Mr. Al’s take on the brothers of George IV.
His Majesty was not pleased when the press reported the arrival of Prince Edward’s ladyfriend. He was also distraught to learn the that the Royal Fusiliers of Gibraltar had, to a man - NCO’s and enlisted men - mutinied against their commanding officer.
It would seem that Edward was a stickler for having the rules obeyed. He insisted on it more, much more, than the average officer was wont to do. He was not averse to inventing new rules when the ones on the books were not enough. More importantly, he was not at all averse to doling out the maximum punishments for the most trivial offenses. Military discipline in the British army was, by modern standards, savage. Officers assumed that the common soldier came from the dregs of society. That’s the way they were treated.
Even an offense such as failing to salute an officer could be punished by flogging. There was the time-honored tradition of turning big rocks into very little rocks. And the wheel. Basically, a man would be tied to a wagon wheel and left there without food, water or shelter from the Sun for, oh…two or three days. Any man caught bringing aid and comfort to a man being punished thus would get the same.
Prince Edward imposed these punishments, and more, for the slightest offense. Considering his own attitude that The Rules didn’t apply to him, there was trouble. There was bloody rioting. There was a mutiny. For his own safety, and in the interests of the regiment, Prince Edward was removed from his command.
The King decided that Gibraltar was, after all, not far enough away. To remedy that, the King told Edward to pack his bags because he was going on a trip. Edward was going to take an ocean cruise to…Canada. Mlle de St. Laurent must have been in love with Edward; or at least been a hell of a sport, because she volunteered to go with him.
Once there, Edward wasted no time in writing home that Canada was worse than Geneva and Gibraltar combined. It was, he wrote to The Prince of Wales, “The most dreary and gloomy spot on the face of the earth.” That was his opinion of Quebec. Some people just can’t be happy anywhere. Quebec wasn’t much of a city in those days, especially by London standards. But it wasn’t a log fort in the wilderness along the Great Lakes; filled with stinky, drunken fur traders and rebellious Yanks. There were numerous British forts that fit that description back then. Edward was lucky that dad didn’t send him to one of them.
Prince Edward very much wished to share in the military glory some of his other brothers were experiencing. It was natural that he should write to his eldest brother. He was in London; he could put in a good word with dad. For some reason, dad wasn’t answering any of Edward’s letters.
What Prince Edward didn’t seem to know was that the Prince of Wales didn’t like him. He never had. And as time went on, he liked him less and less. For reasons known only to himself, The Prince took pity on his younger brother’s situation and decided to have a word with the King. Even more surprisingly, the King listened to him.
If Fast Eddie wanted to be a hero, well then, dad would send him to a place where he would get the chance.
I happened to be in a grade school recently when a practice lock down was ordered. At first I didn’t know what was happening. One minute I was passing out juice, the next the teacher had locked the door and turned off the lights. All the kids piled into a corner and sat down. Even I was expected to sit on the floor making as little noise as possible.We remained like that for half an hour. I timed it because the clock was right in front of me and couldn’t do much else. For half an hour those kids were remarkably quiet. In the time I did some thinking.
The purpose of a lock down is to give our kids the best chance of survival should someone in the school decide to become a mass murderer.
Once I realized this it struck me hard. My kids stand a chance of facing a kid or other intruder with a gun in their own schools. It’s a real threat. It might be more of a real threat than those silly “duck and cover” drills we did when I was in school. Not the ones for tornadoes, the ones for nuclear bombs.
Later the same day I was driving my daughter somewhere while she was on my cell phone talking to my mother and noticed half a dozen people we passed also had cell phones glued to their heads. There was a guy walking down the street who looked silly with the tiny thing in his hand next to his crew cut. There was the guy with a cell phone in one hand and a weed whacker in the other. There were too many people in cars with cell phones wedged between one hand and an ear. It struck me that people aren’t even fully aware of the world they are passing through when they have one of those things to their ear. How different the way we think now.
Am I off base here? Am I being too esoteric? Has the world really changed so much, or is it just more of the same?
Whenever I edit in wordpress, I end up with strange formatting. Not that my formatting comes out the way I want anyway, but the more names I add, the stranger it gets. So I am listing those who are participating in the Whisper
meme here:
1. Andi Unhinged
2. Renee Renee Lynn Scott
3. Sasha Looking for the Right Word
4. Kelly Delusions of Grandeur
5. Heather Phoenex Hearse
6. Ian The Popcorn Principle
We’re playing Telephone again, only this time I’m going to call it “Whisper.”
What you do is make a change in the paragraph below. It can be as little as a single word or almost every word, so long as we can still recognize the paragraph you received. I’m talking about the one in the blog of the person who tagged you, not the original paragraph. Tag three people, and link to them. Also link to the person who tagged you so the chain will not be broken! Now go to the original paragraph at http://aliceaudrey.wordpress.com/2008/05/11/whisper and let Alice know you did it. She will link to you. For extra credit, head over to http://AliceAudrey.wordpress.com around June 9th for the contest based on this meme. You could win a $20 gift certificate.
Here’s your paragraph:
He came from nowhere, a gun in one hand and a flower in the other. His name was Ricardo, but she’d always called him Clem. She said she liked his deep, brown eyes. Instead of thanking her he took her watch and her left shoe, and ran off with Merry D.
I’m whispering to Unhinged, Kathleen Oxley, and Renee
You can find the list of those who have done this meme here:Echo of a Whisper
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Email me with your shipping address and I’ll get those right out to you. You can reach me at Alice Audrey Write at aol dot com.
The boy created and named this one.
Place one marshmallow in a microwave-safe bowl. A Pyrex custard cup works well. Sprinkle Blue Crystal Decors under and over the marshmallow. Heat in microwave on high for aprox 10 seconds. The marshmallow should be slightly puffy. Add more decors. Heat for additional seconds until marshmallow spreads. Add decors. Heat until marshmallow is beating like a blob with a heart. Add more decors. This process should take no more than two minutes. Keep an eye on it as marshmallows have a nasty way of burning from the inside out in the microwave. Consume carefully.
Jill: Would you like another cookie? There are plenty more.
Jack: Thanks, but I’ll pass.
Jill: You didn’t drink you milk.
Jack: What I’d really like is a beer…
Jill: Not on your life.
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