As per her daily routine my wife told this thing to her mother living in a city about a 1000 kms away. My mother in law had been a real pain in the as...s as she kept on teaching vices to my wife related to my parents and my close relatives due to which I was having tough times in my marriage. Each day either my wife used to talk to her mother or MIL would call her to instruct her one thing or the other. One day as I came back from the office I was greeted my MIL watering the plants which shook me. "All right all right," I consented graciously, "What do you have in mind?" "Well..." she said, flashing me a big smile. "It's a secret. Mostly." "What do you mean?" "I've planned things out for the week through Sunday, an activity a day. Tonight, for instance, is a special dinner and a romantic bath. Tomorrow is movie night." "Okay, so what are we doing for the other nights?" She flashed another smile. "I told you, they're a secret! I shouldn't have even told you about tomorrow. But I will. Excitement permeated every corner of the two buildings, old and new, as students, parents, teachers and movers gathered, carried and deposited the teaching materials into their new home. Kayla Larimer, one of the middle school teachers, was enjoying every minute of this day. In her eleventh year of teaching, Kayla felt as if she were a seven-year-old awakening on Christmas morning eager to open Santa’s presents. Dressed as she was in bib overalls and a pink eyelet shirt, Kayla almost looked. .I...Can...Have...For...The...Next...Five-Nights?” The landlord forced a smile. “Sorry sir, you have a very strong North East accent,” he confirmed, pointing a finger at his mouth which wasn’t really necessary. “Please accept my apologies,” he added, offering his outstretched hand in the way of introduction. Charles Henderson was probably only in his mid-fifties, but he had the look of a man who carried a further ten years on his back. In short strenuous gasps, intermittent grunts and.