Three scotches. Dad's fifteen year old Scotch. Memories haunted me. The future had evaporated in a flash of loss, my parents passing robbing me of sec...urity and comfort, stealing my dreams, my happiness. I missed a mother's care, her soft smile, her gentle chiding for me to do better, her warm hug. I missed a father who lived life large, filling a room to bursting with his energy, making you feel excitement at the most mundane things, wanting to please him."Aidan?"Glancing at Alexis, slender,. She agreed only because she needed some money for her car since she was fifteen and turning sixteen in a month mr and mrs martins were going on an anniversary trip to the bahamas they said only needed to babysit from two to ten their grandparents were babysitting them in the morning and she would arrive and babysit them until they went to bed but the part that caught her ear was that they would pay fifty dollars a day she quickly agreed and said she would be there at one thirty just giving her. I have a wife, Jean, and a daughter, Cassie. I also have some problems in my life that I have been unable to do much about. You see, Jean lives in Boston and Cassie, my twelve-year-old, lives with her. Jean visits me about once a month and I have Cassie for most school vacations. It is just not enough. I would say our marriage is a marriage of inconvenience. I abhor the city andJean feels the same way about the laid back lifestyle I enjoy so much.We met while we were in college. I majored in. As his body collapsed and his vision darkened, Maloth wondered if he had made a mistake in leaving the cave, leaving Shenla.Maloth’s body was rocking gently back and forth as his eyes came open, taking long moments to focus. A human woman was staring down at him - handsome rather than pretty, yet pleasantly plump - her kindly dark eyes filled with concern, her black hair held back by a simple kerchief. Despite his weak condition, Maloth’s eyes dropped to her white blouse, which displayed a.