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My brother Josh and me were on the floor playing Scrabble with Luis and Isabella Gomez at their house. Mrs Gomez was a strange one. She would sometimes sit on the sofa and watch us with a glass of orange juice, in which we all could all smell the vodka. Her clothes were always remarkable. Sometimes she would wear tight pants and a billowing blouse, sometimes she would have on a dress with a full skirt - totally inappropriate for knocking around the house. And her hair, which should have been black, was blonde but more towards orange. She always wore...

INTRODUCTION: My apologies for all the errors. I hadn’t actually meant to post it when I did. I was still editing when I accidentally posted it. I have been having some computer difficulties. I thank almost everyone for their comments (The exception being the people using stories to post comments looking for chicks? Really! Does that even work??) I am almost done with Chapter 2 (which has some nice twists in it that I hope you'll like) but stopped to clean up Chapter 1 a little and repost it. I hope that this one is easier to read. Thanks again to...