Without a trace part 3: some answers,

Part 3 of without a trace

Jonathon slowly walked down the stairs to the kitchen where his mom was sat at the table just pouring a cup of coffee. JR slowly walked in and sat facing her; she did not look up for a few minutes as she slowly stirred in some sweetener. Without a word she pushed the pot forwards and JR poured himself a cup and slowly turned the cup in his hands.

“Well JR, do you want to explain?” Mom asked.

"Where are we going?" Davey asked.

The Greener Mile - Part 5 Conclusion

Chapter 28

Easy As Hauling A Pike.
by: >^^< the baddest cat in Dorset!
part: 28 dozen

"So how are things with Simon?"

"Fine," was all I said.

"So why don't I believe you?" He said very quietly.

"I don't know, maybe you don't understand English."

"Ha ha. I don't believe you."

"That's your problem, now are we going to order or discuss my relationship?"

"We could do both."

Easy As Handling A Spike.
by >^^<
part:335

Having showered the evening before, I washed down, not needing to wet my hair again. I tied it in a ponytail, and dressed very casually. I had no idea what Des would want to do–I mean with regard to the film.

Easy As Calling On A Hike.
by: Parker pens & Bonzi's bum.
part:334

I went off to sort out the dinner while the ‘boys’ were chatting, they were laughing and joking with each other so I assumed things were okay. After taking in the chicken for Tom to carve, I went back to the kitchen for the vegetables.

Easy As Falling Off A Dormouse.
by Angharad & >^^<
part:333

Easy As Flailing On A Bike.
by Angharad
part 332

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 331

"Where have you been?" Tom looked at me, "You've been crying, is everything all right?"

"No it isn't." I slumped on to a chair in the kitchen and held my face in my hands.

Easy As Falling Off A Dyke.
by Angharad
part: 329

I have sometimes found myself wondering if vampires have problems with the hems of their cloaks fraying, as they glide along with the fancy, satin, floor-length item trailing behind. It seems to me that some type of ball-bearing system, offering both weight, to assist in the dramatic drape of the cloak, and protection, from the ground upon which they are dragged, may be a good idea (ignoring the noise that would make the whole appearing from nowhere more difficult). So it was not surprising that last night this thought crystallized into a Far Side like vision of some salesmen, knocking on the door of a vampire’s castle, with the caption, ‘Rex Simpson, door-to-door salesman of the Heminator-5000.’ And though this story has nothing to do with that vision, it did lead my mind to wander in this direction, rather than letting me go to sleep.

It's like some fever dream, thought Davey. He stared into the mirror Beth held, staring at the woman staring back -- beautiful, bewildered -- and vulnerable.

Chapter 8 — A series of discrepancies.

“I’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” Sarah said snapping to attention.

“Nonsense child, I don’t expect you to stand so rigidly to protocol during this trip, you are all after all, attending as ‘guests’. The Premier smiled. “Now I expect no more of that silly saluting or ill throw you off my boat.” The old man chuckled.

Easy As Calling For Spike.
by >^^< and she(the cat's mother?)
part: 3x2=6

We drove back to Portsmouth and after liaising with my group of dormouse counters, I organised an expedition for that evening. Essentially, I wanted to check out one or two of the sites for filming.