“In that hut, in that little group just up from the beach. Together.”“Nice and easy...” mused Mia.“They have tried to trap us once already,�...�� Claude remembered.“I’ll check the history...” Paul opened the history window.“Three?” Mia saw immediately.“I knew she was planning something,” muttered Claude. The history showed the two trackers transmitting, and a third that had been in a different place until it stopped transmitting, the day before.“What did she do?” asked Paul.“Hid it,” said Mia.“It. Her legs were encased in black fishnet tights that showed off their toned shape and on her feet continuing the theme of the dress she wore a cute pair of red and diamante trimmed, spike heeled semi-platform shoes. Caroline wore a faux fur coat which when it opened revealed a tiny black mini dress decorated with small white flowers, her breasts were as exposed as Emma’s and her hemline also revealed an inch or two of her stocking tops. She had on a pair of black patent Le Boutin stilettos that. ”“Aye! Hulda’ll be eager to learn the tale.”“She’s crawling all over one of the adventurers I went with. I just got too uncomfortable.”“The one you fucked? I can see how an immortal’d not be used to that.”Ariel’s eyebrows shot up. “No, but how can you tell I fucked someone?”“I can smell him on ya.” Oh, right Hulda had said something about being able to do that. Ariel guessed her mother had the same skill.“That’s her job, you know,” Goody Brown said.“I know. It’s just he was looking at her like. Now, I was just curious. In one corner of the basement was walled off area, next to the furnace. On the door, barely legible were the words "Coal Bin." I asked Mom about it."That's where they used to store the coal that was delivered during the winter and burned for heat. They used to get a delivery of coal down a chute in through the window. Every day Grandpa would come down here and shovel some coal into the furnace. I remember him telling me that about thirty years ago they converted the old.