" I'm out of Collins mix, but I know how to make a fruit drink you'll like, everyone go hop in the tub, and I'll bring the drinks out." Bob grinned at... Stan.When the ladies took off their beach robes, Bill's eyes devoured Jan and Sandy. Nancy noticed. She scowled at him, but he only had eyes for the string bikinis.A faint blue light filtered through the water of the hot tub and a light whiff of chlorine could be detected, until Stan poured in a jasmine scented mixture from a green bottle. Steam. Now working on full bellies, morale in the Manor had improved notably, and effort was being put into their work and duties that had flagged for months. Just two days past, the serving folk had been surprised with new, clean clothes. They were simple and plain, but practical, well made, and new, made by hand by Karee, a seamstress of some skill Lord Rael hired to fill the position Steward Jonor had left empty after dismissing the last seamstress, a wizen old woman named Nina who’d been in Master. And so he set off, back along the beach, unsuccessfully trying to balance his bag on his head to give himself some shade. He hurried past the hotel pool, crossed the lawn and gingerly climbed over his patio railing. On tiptoe, he approached the open door and the half closed drapes. Peering inside he could see nothing at first with his eyes accustomed to the bright sunlight outside. But he heard sounds! And they didn’t sound like the usual yoga exertion sounds he was used to. His view was. Her leg had fallen asleep so she shifted her foot to the floor so the circulation would be back by the time the bell rang in two minutes."Hey not bad," Tim said, reading it off her laptop."It an unedited rough draft," Emma sat in his lap, closing the lid. "I'll let your read the first chapter when it is finished, cleaned up, and ready to send to the publisher." Penny Singleton! I heard that name before but I can't recall who she is." Do you remember the Blondie movies in the late thirties to.