time you did your civic duty and helped with population
control. Did Laurie and her husband really conceive all their
children in that closet?
Where did you get the idea
to start detouring kids and animals inside? I understand staying in
a romantic mood would be next to impossible with a bunch of kids
and dogs underfoot, but that was classic!
I'll probably have to
share this video with some of the guys. We have very little to
laugh about here, and this would suspend our reality for a little
while.
Your grandparents seem
pretty awesome. Are they your grandparents, or your parents? I
thought grandparents, but since the man opened the closet door, I
figured perhaps they were your parents? And you call them Grandmom
and Granddad because of the herd? Some clarification on that matter
would be appreciated.
I'm still laughing about
that video. By the way, do you do that routine with anyone who
enters the closet with members of the opposite sex? By the way,
your brother is a brilliant cameraman. I didn't feel dizzy or sick
or anything like that while viewing the family movie. (This cannot
be said about all family cameramen, sadly.)
I'm assuming Will is one
of your brothers? The one with the pea-sized brain (according to
you). He looked vaguely familiar, so I think I have a picture or
more of him, plunging into the lake. Would that be
correct?
It's a tough job, trying
to keep your 800 rellys straight.
Off to view more of these
Morrison Family Treasuries. Tell your brother I'm enjoying them.
He's welcome to send me more. Actually, scratch that. I'll tell him
myself, since I doubt you'll “remember” to pass that info on.
Yours,
Mitch
Before he hit the send button, though,
Al poked his head around the doorframe. “Yo, cookie boy, we got
another job. Leave at 1100 hours.”
“ Thanks, Al,” Mitch
muttered as his friend’s head disappeared and he fought the urge to
hurl something. He wanted to see the rest of his videos. Having
them and not being able to watch them was like owning a pirate’s
chest of gold but lacking the key to open the latch.
Sighing, he added a quick line about
being called out on another job before he shut down the computer
and threw a few things into a bag. Otherwise, the world might not
be safe and he couldn't bear the thought of Lainy in
danger.
Chapter Eleven
Lainy booted up her computer with
reluctance. Her head in a fog, and she'd forgotten to make coffee
the night before so it'd taken her close to fifteen minutes to
figure out a procedure that should have taken two. Bentley trailed
after her, looking droopy and half asleep and she wondered what
caffeine did to animals? Dogs specifically.
Disturbances during the night had kept
her awake. Or at least the feeling of being watched hadn’t aided
her slumber. Laser beams or some unfamiliar light had played over
her ceiling and bedroom walls. With the hunted feeling, her night
had not proved restful.
Bentley hadn’t barked, yet she’d still
managed a fretful night. Plus, when she’d signed onto her computer
yesterday, someone had tried to hack into her system. A nasty
virus, designed to fry a hacker’s computer, took care of the
problem, but now she’d need to update the firewall.
Lainy plunked into her desk chair but
couldn't think, so she leaned her head against the monitor until
Bentley barked. Surging to her feet, she searched for the fire but
then noticed Bentley waiting by the door. Well, propped against the
door. “We have to go to bed earlier, buddy,” she muttered to him
and he sent her a disgusted dog look.
She pried the door open after
remembering to unlock it and then trailed into the kitchen where
she finally smelled brewing coffee. With a lustful sigh, Lainy
poured a cup and even enjoyed the burning smell as the coffee
continued to drip onto the hot base. She shoved the carafe back
under the flow and sipped with delight. It was hot, and good. So
very good.
She floated back to the computer and
saw
control. Did Laurie and her husband really conceive all their
children in that closet?
Where did you get the idea
to start detouring kids and animals inside? I understand staying in
a romantic mood would be next to impossible with a bunch of kids
and dogs underfoot, but that was classic!
I'll probably have to
share this video with some of the guys. We have very little to
laugh about here, and this would suspend our reality for a little
while.
Your grandparents seem
pretty awesome. Are they your grandparents, or your parents? I
thought grandparents, but since the man opened the closet door, I
figured perhaps they were your parents? And you call them Grandmom
and Granddad because of the herd? Some clarification on that matter
would be appreciated.
I'm still laughing about
that video. By the way, do you do that routine with anyone who
enters the closet with members of the opposite sex? By the way,
your brother is a brilliant cameraman. I didn't feel dizzy or sick
or anything like that while viewing the family movie. (This cannot
be said about all family cameramen, sadly.)
I'm assuming Will is one
of your brothers? The one with the pea-sized brain (according to
you). He looked vaguely familiar, so I think I have a picture or
more of him, plunging into the lake. Would that be
correct?
It's a tough job, trying
to keep your 800 rellys straight.
Off to view more of these
Morrison Family Treasuries. Tell your brother I'm enjoying them.
He's welcome to send me more. Actually, scratch that. I'll tell him
myself, since I doubt you'll “remember” to pass that info on.
Yours,
Mitch
Before he hit the send button, though,
Al poked his head around the doorframe. “Yo, cookie boy, we got
another job. Leave at 1100 hours.”
“ Thanks, Al,” Mitch
muttered as his friend’s head disappeared and he fought the urge to
hurl something. He wanted to see the rest of his videos. Having
them and not being able to watch them was like owning a pirate’s
chest of gold but lacking the key to open the latch.
Sighing, he added a quick line about
being called out on another job before he shut down the computer
and threw a few things into a bag. Otherwise, the world might not
be safe and he couldn't bear the thought of Lainy in
danger.
Chapter Eleven
Lainy booted up her computer with
reluctance. Her head in a fog, and she'd forgotten to make coffee
the night before so it'd taken her close to fifteen minutes to
figure out a procedure that should have taken two. Bentley trailed
after her, looking droopy and half asleep and she wondered what
caffeine did to animals? Dogs specifically.
Disturbances during the night had kept
her awake. Or at least the feeling of being watched hadn’t aided
her slumber. Laser beams or some unfamiliar light had played over
her ceiling and bedroom walls. With the hunted feeling, her night
had not proved restful.
Bentley hadn’t barked, yet she’d still
managed a fretful night. Plus, when she’d signed onto her computer
yesterday, someone had tried to hack into her system. A nasty
virus, designed to fry a hacker’s computer, took care of the
problem, but now she’d need to update the firewall.
Lainy plunked into her desk chair but
couldn't think, so she leaned her head against the monitor until
Bentley barked. Surging to her feet, she searched for the fire but
then noticed Bentley waiting by the door. Well, propped against the
door. “We have to go to bed earlier, buddy,” she muttered to him
and he sent her a disgusted dog look.
She pried the door open after
remembering to unlock it and then trailed into the kitchen where
she finally smelled brewing coffee. With a lustful sigh, Lainy
poured a cup and even enjoyed the burning smell as the coffee
continued to drip onto the hot base. She shoved the carafe back
under the flow and sipped with delight. It was hot, and good. So
very good.
She floated back to the computer and
saw
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