"Samantha smiled, and gave my teasing kiss on the nose. "You're so demanding, little girl," she chuckled, "I may just have to teach you a lesson in ma...nners!"I gave her my best pouty face, and tried to look hurt, eventhough I was on the verge of a giggle fit. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said sweetly, "I'll be good, mommy!"My cousin blushed a little as words sent a bit of a chill though her, smiling as she bowed her head a little while she spoke. "Well, actually," admitted Samantha, "I was thinking of. She looked around the house but did not see anyone else there. With a shrug she walked into the bedroom to change. As soon as she entered the bedroom she came to an abrupt stop. Lying on the bed was a long bamboo cane, polished and shining dully in the low light. Next to the cane was a note. She kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. Absently stoking the cane with her left hand she began to read.Good Evening Samantha,I’m out with friends and will not be home for dinner. In my absence, I. Thomas and her belonging back to her Kansas home on Monday. The Secret Service is assisting in the move.’’‘‘Once that is done they are going to set up the living quarters to suit me. I’m having it set up so all of you can come stay weekends and more, if and when you want,’’ I said.‘‘We now have thirty fast boats in the Arabian Sea divided between the two bases on each side of the Strait of Hormuz. The base at Oman is still a couple months away. The UK still has not completed clearing the. Unfortunately, it dealt with a father who sexually abuses his teen daughter, passed out after a party. I couldn’t work from that.Rather than go back to the well for a second go, however, I decided to turn the story on its head and make dad a belated good guy, trying to do right by his teen daughter and hitting brick walls at every turn. I don’t know how good a job I did at this. Visualizing as you write, you often see things differently than your readers. I’m not good enough to write a.