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Posted By John Poindexter

It seems to be taking forever to re-write this novel from first person to third. Maybe someday I will get it done.

Also, when I first wrote this I followed the old taught method of two spaces after a period. Now-a-days, it is one space.  Anyone know an easy way of getting rid of that extra space?

Here is some of the story:

It was eleven-thirty when Sadie reentered the office, leaned over the desk, and said with a smile on her face, “Are you going to lunch?  I know another place that has great food.”

“Sure, why not?” Hawks said and closed the file he was reading.

As they left, Sadie told her secretary where she would be and Hawks could have sworn that she said home.

As Sadie was driving, she all of a sudden said, “Don’t you ever listen to me?”

“What do you mean do I ever listen to you?”

“I was just talking to you and you didn't hear a word I said.”

“Sorry.  I was going over these plans for tonight and I guess I wasn't listening to you.”  He returned to his plans.

“Okay Steve, what's up?  Why are you ignoring me?” She glanced at him quickly before returning her attention to the road.

“Well, if you must know, I'm not sure where our professional lives end and our personal lives begin.”

“Where do you want to draw the line?” she said smartly.

“I'm not sure.”

Anyway, if you know that easy way to get rid of the extra space between sentences, please leave a message below.  No personal info will be shared.


“Steve, why don't you go out to the whirlpool, while I fix lunch?” Sadie yelled from the kitchen.  “There are some towels and suits out there in the white cabinet.”

“Okay, a whirlpool might be just what I need,” he said and walked out to the closed-in back porch.

It wasn't long before Sadie came out the door carrying a tray of egg rolls and wearing a robe.  As she handed him the tray, she let her robe fall to the ground and there she stood in all of her beauty.  She climbed in and said, “I don't know how I could have ever done without this whirlpool.”

He hadn't thought about it for some time, but she did have a great body.  As they sat there letting the warm water sooth their bodies, she moved over closer and asked him again the same question that she had asked in the car.

“Where do our personal lives begin?”

Until Next time,






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