"Is that what it truly was Ned, business matters?" Matters that arose subsequent to business, to be more precise." Holmes smiled."Well, I personally d...oubt that. It is my belief that you have been over-indulging, you are late, you appeared washed-out and tired. I detect a case of over-indulgence."Holmes's eye widened, "Ahem, over-indulgence in what Hove?" he asked, in a whisper."That damnable pipe Ned, you imbibed and lost all track of time. Probably spent the night on some cold, hard park bench. Now they made her get out of the car , climb into the back seat and kneel on it . they then opened the car window closed the door , told her to hang her tits out of the open window , from the front of the car I closed the window on her tits until they were squashed up nice and tight , she certainly couldn’t get her tits out , they locked off the window controls so she was not able to release them , Coming back into the rear seat I now inserted a vibrator in her ass . they went off soon I had. We can’t do that… those tourists and visitors are our life blood. ********* Spooky Hollow, aka ‘Halloween Town USA’, got its start during the height of the Depression in the mid-1930’s. The idea for it began when a small mountaintop town in the next county over called Maple Ridges, found that its traditional winter skiing and maple syrup businesses had both dropped below the levels of town sustainability. Everyone was broke and businesses were closing right and left. Their town council decided. Grinning like schoolgirls, Lacie and Bridget raced down the hallway before dashing into Bridget’s room. As she paused in the doorway, Lacie immediately knew that she could feel at home there. The wooden walls of the room were stained a warm, buttery tan, while the trim around the door and windows had been painted a deep burgundy red. The carpet covering the floor was a few shades darker red than the trim around the walls, giving the room a warm, cozy feeling. A small desk with a closed laptop.