A quick check revealed all was well. No pipes were leaking, nothing had fallen from the shelves, and everything looked okay. I exited the garage and t...urned left, pushing open the gate into Jan's little hideaway."Yes, step right this way good readers. This is a rare treat indeed; you are entering authoress Janet Matheson's World of Romance Garden. Did you know that she rarely lets her husband in here?" I wasn't talking to anyone but myself - just a bit of an inside joke.In truth, Jan's. “Everybody already knows.” It turned out to be true. Brett was six-three and had played basketball. He told the coach who said, “Thank God, we don’t have to dance around the issue any more.” Brett had been astounded. His teammates, the girl he was going out with, and all of his friends already knew. He asked his best friend how everybody had already figured it out. “Well, we always kind of suspected, you know. It was confirmed at the underwear party at Holly’s. One of the girls got drunk and. I am hoping Chris will move with me, so we can begin planning our future.’ I was now totally dumbfounded. He had always been a considerate and caring boyfriend, but I had not really considered the possibility of spending the rest of our lives together. I was too afraid of ruining a good thing by pushing it too far. Glancing at her watch, she smoothed her silk jacket and stood. ‘I don’t know about you, but I am terribly hungry.’ Chris, since it’s your birthday, where would you like to go to. ”Pete hung up and looked at Devin, a bit of a guilty look on his face.“This treehouse is dangling over a cliff,” he explained. “And the guy’s worried that he’s injuring the trees...”“Go feed your addiction Pete,” Devin laughed. “We’re nearly finished here anyway.”“You sure you’ll be OK?” Pete asked. He didn’t give Devin time to answer. “Thanks, man. It’s over the side of a cliff ... I ... thanks.”The trip from Tupelo, Mississippi to the Chickasaw Bluffs near Memphis, Tennessee is not a long.