Everyone in my family has been sick lately (one at a time, thankfully) including myself. My birthday wish was that no one vomit today and thus far, no one has. My husband was the last to get the dread virus, and seems to have worse symptoms than the rest of us did, but he's the only one who has kept all his food down, so I'm pretty impressed at this point. I'm also pretty tired so without further ado I give you...the next eight!
I did a little creative punctuation here, for which I'm certain I'll be forgiven. A little of the mystery should be cleared up this week. Hope you like them:
The petite blonde stopped at the sight of a gun aimed at her head. She put a hand to her heart and slumped against a wall, the red satin of her negligee riding up her thigh as she leaned. "It is you! Thank goodness...for a minute there I was scared."
Jackson stood frozen in place and blinked mutely for a minute. The girl looked familiar to him--she had pointy ears so she was obviously a local; he recognized her face but for the life of him could not bring up her name. The music, fire, and negligee were far too easy to read, and while he might have been flattered under other circumstances, at the moment he was just pissed off. Finally he found his voice and said "What the hell are you doing in my suite?"
That's my eight for this week. I'll do my best to make all my visits in a timely manner, and I'll see you all next year!