E, I, V, G, L, L, and N. Live, give, line, vine, nile, vill, veil, vile, gill, lien, ell, glen, nigel - you're not going to let me have Nigel, are you...?" Nope, no proper nouns." Blast. Can't see any five letter words. Ummm. Oh heck, 'vine' it is, we'll hang on to the G. No, Jon, put the N on the centre star, so that the twins can't just put an S on to get a multiplier."I never have (and probably never will) grasped the finer points of Scrabble. Julie keeps telling me that defensive play is just. “Just asking about a friend of my Dad’s, Jim Woolsey?”He sat up, then stood up, groaning, arching his back. About 50, short dark hair, “I need a break, let’s get a drink.”We walked over to the parking lot, to another Chevy, this one without numbers on the doors. He opened a cooler and brought out two Cokes. I don’t drink soda, but made an exception. Hot summer day, plus sharing a drink could encourage conversation.And it did. “Too bad about Jimmy, nice guy. But he’s never been the same.”“Oh?”He. Hansa’s father had died two years ago. It was a traumatic time for her, being widowed at such a young age. Her husband had fully spoiled her. Let her get her way on everything, and she had spent much more that he made. Unforturnately, Sumitra didn’t stop spending after he died, and her spending sprees had left her broke. After she paid all of her outstanding debts, she had none of the insurance proceeds to live on, and no skills to fall back on. Ravi had gotten a call this morning from a store,. I didn’t even see Rachel until she touched my hand. I looked up and smiled broadly. She turned and modeled her outfit for me. Rachel was wearing a simple little dress of deep red satin. It had white fur (fake I’m sure’ trim around a U-shaped neckline and around the hem which was about halfway between her knees and heaven. It fit tightly to her body on top and flared out from the waist down. She spun and I caught a glimpse of red sequinned panties as her dress rose. She also had on a Santa hat.