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I've only gotten this far: With a shrug, Jase said, “Someone saw you at the shopping center and followed you back here.” He snatched the flashlight and started down the side of the house, keeping a sharp eye for more footprints. After a moment, Lucas appeared at his side. A splash sounded off to the right, and they both froze. “Maybe alligators got her,” Lucas said, without a hint of his usual humor. Jase stared out toward the small pond, mind racing. How they’d been found was no longer important. They needed to focus on where Macy might have been taken. “Why can’t you sense her?” Lucas asked, circling back to the very subject Jase hadn’t wanted to think about. He shook his head and continued walking, sneakers squelching in the grass. There’d only be one reason he could fathom, and it turned him ice-cold. He couldn’t even voice it. “Give me the flashlight,” Lucas said suddenly. “I see more of those footprints here.” At this point, I'm feeling as much anxiety fort Jase and Lucas as I am for Macy. This is the part of the "new me" that I do not understand. Good work, Libby. I'm hooked.

Oh my. Such an in depth comment, and much appreciated. Beware of chapter 7. Yes, I wrote this story during the height of my "religiosity," and I'm not sure I'm going edit out any of that. I am happy to say that I have grown and mellowed over the last 20 years. btw, religion never got in my way when it comes to sex. 😊

Oh sh*t. We knew it was going to happen, but it still left my heart thumping. (Macy's disappearance, not the sex! Geez)

('m going to hang it all out and say Swift is one of the bad guys to whom Philli referred.

Oh wow! Truer words were never spoken. But it's all good.

Thanks, ott.

The transition from one house to the other was smoother than I had expected. Tom and Nancy had carried mortgage insurance as well as a rather substantial amount of life insurance with double indemnity for accidental death. Their house was paid for and bigger than mine. I put my house on the market, moved my entertainment center and a few other things to their house, sold everything that my daughter didn't want, and moved in with the boys. It certainly was a lot less disruptive for me to move tha

Questioning minds want to know. . . . .🤔

It's been a couple of days since I read this chapter, and I had to back track for the most recent chapter to get here. Then I noticed I had already commented on this chapter. Al that to say, that I am really enjoying this story and look forward to continuing to read. Booze loosens one's tongue but plays havoc with one's typing.

I can't help but wonder if CPS is in our author's background. This story is riveting, to say the least. But as someone whose emotions are kept in check only with pharmaceuticals, I can only say I shouldn't be reading this whilst drinking and listening to classical music. 🤪

I wish I could write like this, but my imagination is sorely lacking. I also wish I could go on to the next chapter, but this old fogey (aka fart) has to sleep sometime. Looking forward to tomorrow.

I can't help but wonder if CPS is in our author's background. This story is riveting, to say the least. But as someone whose emotions are kept in check only with pharmaceuticals, I can only say I shouldn't be reading this whilst drinking and listening to classical music. 🤪

To say that I am overwhelmed would be putting it mildly. I have often wished I had the gift of healing. I'm not sure what I was expecting or hoping for when I started reding this story, but I am thrilled with where it's going. So well written. So inventive. Words fail me. Thank you!

OK, so my emotions have always been barely controllable. That being said, I was crying half-way into this first chapter. Heaven only knows where I will end up from here. How does a child Christian's age show so much compassion. What an appropriate name!

Thank you so much! See my previous response. I have corrected the issues with Chapter 2 and resubmitted, but Cia is dealing with family issues, so it may be a few days before Chapter 2 is live. I'll try to be more attentive in the future.

I had to edit Chapter 2 to get the paragraphs set right. Hopefully, future chapters will post more quickly, as I wrote this story back in 2000, so it's fully ready to post. Thanks so much for everybody's comments and reactions.

And I have 5 cats. 😸

Thank you Summerabbacat for taking the time to write such a response. Yes, my humor takes some getting used to. My wife was a collector/gatherer, but not a hoarder. My daughter, son-in-law, two teenage grandchildren, sister-in-law and her husband came to the house the week after the memorial service and filled 56 (NO JOKE!) 30 gallon trash bags. Half went to the trash, half went to Goodwill. And the "death of 'minor players'" was real. I did not take offense at your comment. Just wanted to set things straight. My wife and I experienced the loss of two children (at birth), both of her parents (a year apart), and my dad, all within 5 years.

I do apologize for my comment. To each their own, and I should have kept my own to myself.

Sorry, didn't mean to re-post that comment. So I'll be honest. The author crossed the line when the 16 yo gave the 32 yo a blow job, then slid right into disgusting with the "daddy" stuff. I won't be reading future chapters.

Is this a place where we can be honest? I think the reason I like this story so much is that I envy Ed. And yet, I feel guilty about that.

All my life I've heard people say things like the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away or God doesn't shut one door without opening another one. Well, my life has now taken a turn which confirms both of those statements. But for any of this to make sense, I'll have to provide some background material. When I was 29 years old and had been married 8 years, my second daughter was stillborn in the seventh month of pregnancy. As I sat in the waiting room of the labor hall at 3:00 in the morning,

A story of young love that buds in the 9th grade and grows from there. As much about the "father figure" as the bos.

I skipped most of this chapter because I don't need this s*** in my life, and I just couldn't see the need for it.

Is it possible that Dwight's reaction is because he lost Tyler to another boy? Hmmm. Future chapters will tell us,