Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

shortly after val finished his account, he registered dwin's face; and it wasn't pure joy that stole across her features. he quieted for a moment, realizing his mistake -- dwin had only been teasing. but he had not! his children were his lifeblood now, and he their ward. things were very different than that day he met her on the strand.

his expression turned from incredulity now to something diffused by amusement. for all her youthfulness, there was a cheekiness to her that val delighted in. there was the thought that she and he might not have been so different, in a different life.

ah well; in the right place, but the wrong life. so messing is an angel, just like their mother -- surely you and i don't get troublemaking from you. he tried to follow along with a wink. a very willing nanny. there is a time the road is no longer so inviting, and it is much more fulfilling to pull ones' feet up and watch others grow. his glintwater gaze turned to her, measuring her response. that time may be a while yet for you. but i am old -- and adorned in white socks, birkenstocks, and beer belly -- and the road is not kind to old people.