Once again, thank you Cleo.P.S., In line with this policy, Cleo requested that I adopt a different title for my version to avoid confusion by the read...ers. Cleo suggested 'Pirates in Petticoats or Pirates and Petticoats but the word pirate has rather cruel connotations. I first thought of the title Buccaneers and ------------, but I couldn't find a suitable alliteration to rhyme with 'B' so a contacted my editorial adviser cum- mentor (I don't know if I should mention her name here,). My editor. Elena is stretching preparing to do her work out regimen, as a dancer she has done this as a child and has never stopped, she does this at the gym for she doesn't know why she is doing this at some local gym, she feels comfortable here, and so far no one has bothered her, as she lifts one leg to the bar and bends her lithe body forward lifting her chin to meet her knee, and then she repeats it on the other one then she notices a figure watching her, she cannot see his face he reminds her of. They're just collections of words, and when there are no more words then there is nothing else. Soon this story will be over. And to tell you the truth, I don't think you're going to make it all the way." Charlotte stood. "I think you might be leaving this story even before it ends." Robert backed away. "But I don't want to! Can't I stay? Can't I do more?" "Probably not. You're not very interesting." "I can develop!" "That sounds like a lot of work." Charlotte yawned. "What if there's. A half hour okay?’ Michelle smiled again, ‘See you then Ryan.’ When they left Felicia waved Ryan over, ‘What the heck was that about? The printer’s fine.’ ‘Well my little Elf-girl sometimes Santa works in mysterious ways. Just get everything ready okay?’ Ryan went and had a quiet talk with Santa for a few minutes. ‘Hey girls cover for me. I have a few things I need to pick up before everything shuts down.’ Ryan called out as he bolted away. Twenty minutes later he got back with several shopping.