Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. Brad writes from the man’s perspective and I write from the woman’s perspective. We then edit each other’s chapters. I made Brad re-write chapter one. He was more gentle to me or I’m a better writer. We turned in two chapters to, we hope, clearly show that the two of us are writing this story.”I was holding our pages. “Chapter One.“I moved into the condo complex over the weekend. This new place was a two bedroom townhouse. My divorce was final and our possessions from over thirty years of. "I see you and Chesapeake have noticed each other, he likes to greet people. He is real party cat." Bob was in a good mood. "So was last night a one night thing or was it more?". "I don't know yet. I have never had things start so quickly. I always thought you were attractive but I never imagined things happening so fast. What are we going to do?" "Well because you are one of my students we have to keep this secret until the semester ends. Then we can go out in public. Until then, want to take.Read More