We had been caught in the first sudden downpour of rain and it continued to come down in sheets, lighting flashing continuously, and the thunder claps... were like those senseless neighborhood fireworks parties that drives everyone else crazy. The dogs shook to drive off the wet and retreated further under the logs after the thunder. I was soaked, my hair plastered to my head, neck, and back. With the sudden storm, the temperature dropped. It was no longer a fun adventure. Not only wet and. "Marcus' comment, if I recall correctly, was 'Paul Anka is Satan. He managed to suck the soul out of some great music.'" They appeared in the doorway ready to drag him back into their argument, when they realised they had guests."Did you not hear the bell?" Marcus asked them, taking coats. The two blushed slightly."Did... Paul Anka is Satan?" Hope demanded, hands on hips."I couldn't believe someone could cover 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' and make it bland, but he managed it," Marcus said. "On the. My outfit for the summer, shorts, tops, and some sort of new type of underwear, it was not cotton. During the summer it was nice, I did the activities and made friends at the local health club. We went out to movies, dinner, and to the mall. * * * When fall came, it was time to start school. We arrived at the academy. There was a show that students from the last year pre sented. Also, my parents and I found my dorm room. We packed one suitcase and tried to bring it in. As we tried, the. Linda seemed to decide that she didn't like the pancake portion of her meal. She signaled for the waitress, an older woman displaying all of the enthusiasm toward customers only a lifetime of waitressing can give, asking for toast in place of the flap jacks."Now here's where the story gets a little muddled," Linda explained, "Linda finds the TV exec. And you won't, not in a million years, guess what he - she's up to. It turns out the TV exec has turned himself into a Maxim cover girl. Damndest.