................Jane sighed as she sat in class. Goodness, what a bore, she thought toherself as she twirled a finger of her dark locks while making a...neffort, in vain, to pay attention. She was grateful to Sister Nancyfor allowing her to attend Pierre St. Romanie, a city private schoolon an 'hardship scholarship' as a junior, but she grew bored of schoolmore often then not. She knew she was smart, but every school day wasa drag; she would spend more time counting down the minutes on. Paul was the saver and realist, and Tori the spender, and optimist; she had a list a mile long of projects the inn needed. They each had different priorities for managing the inn. I even caught some scowls by one or the other of them over some of the things the other said about the inn and their approach to running it.Tori produced a fabulous dinner that clearly displayed her skills as a chef. Crystal and I offered to help with clean up, but our offers were rebuffed. Over coffee, we did keep. On entering Johns room she saw that he was sitting on his bed with new magazine next to him,and it was actually in printed in colour,very unusual in those days.John told her to come and stand next to him,when she did he rose off the bed and undid her blouse. Jean froze,still not used to being touched but enjoying it as before. He then walked behind her and undid her bra,reaching around her and cupping her breasts. This felt good and once again her legs felt a little unsteady. John then walked. Damn, Michael didn’t waste time at all! The new King of Heaven grabbed his intended souls with both hands. I wondered if anyone else could see the fucking halo, and sure enough, a reporter asked Tulsi about it.“A halo, seriously, above my head? Let me see,” Tulsi answered, grabbing a mirror that Abraham handed her to check herself in it, “holy smokes, there is a halo above my head! And yours, too, honey,” she told her hubby.“Yes, there’s a halo above several other heads here, too! Damn, what’s.