hey guys, it's me again.. would like to do another story line, I'll start then you have to add one or two sentences to complete the story line. but the limit is only two sentences. let's see what happens on this one..(hopefully this gets long and interesting)




let's begin!







Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to checked the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to checked the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch, I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch, I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch.

The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule?

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule.
We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule. We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

"Olivia", he said tentatively, "You have inspired me to grab the bull by the horns, get over my fear of flying, and let bygones be bygones,....so I have bought two tickets to Paris and...I can't go alone....I know it's short notice and all, but will you come with me?" He excitedly fumbled in his coat and produced two airline tickets from the breast pocket, waving them faster than a happy puppy.

I was taken by surprise, I was speechless, but after a bit I said, "You have a wife at home, what will she have to say about our flying off to Paris together?" "I know we have been friends for a long time and you know I will always be here for you but I don't want to get shot by your wife."

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule. We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

"Olivia", he said tentatively, "You have inspired me to grab the bull by the horns, get over my fear of flying, and let bygones be bygones,....so I have bought two tickets to Paris and...I can't go alone....I know it's short notice and all, but will you come with me?" He excitedly fumbled in his coat and produced two airline tickets from the breast pocket, waving them faster than a happy puppy.

I was taken by surprise, I was speechless, but after a bit I said, "You have a wife at home, what will she have to say about our flying off to Paris together?" "I know we have been friends for a long time and you know I will always be here for you but I don't want to get shot by your wife."

"That's just it, Olivia", JD explained. Noreen left me months ago, said she was goin' back east to see Charlie and the grankids and she just never came back. I've been too embarassed to say anything, but dammit I wanna live my life too!"

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule. We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

"Olivia", he said tentatively, "You have inspired me to grab the bull by the horns, get over my fear of flying, and let bygones be bygones,....so I have bought two tickets to Paris and...I can't go alone....I know it's short notice and all, but will you come with me?" He excitedly fumbled in his coat and produced two airline tickets from the breast pocket, waving them faster than a happy puppy.

I was taken by surprise, I was speechless, but after a bit I said, "You have a wife at home, what will she have to say about our flying off to Paris together?" "I know we have been friends for a long time and you know I will always be here for you but I don't want to get shot by your wife."

"That's just it, Olivia", JD explained. Noreen left me months ago, said she was goin' back east to see Charlie and the grankids and she just never came back. I've been too embarassed to say anything, but dammit I wanna live my life too!"

Unknowingly to Olivia JD was a psychopathic serial killer who eventually killed off the women who he got to fall in live with him.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule. We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

"Olivia", he said tentatively, "You have inspired me to grab the bull by the horns, get over my fear of flying, and let bygones be bygones,....so I have bought two tickets to Paris and...I can't go alone....I know it's short notice and all, but will you come with me?" He excitedly fumbled in his coat and produced two airline tickets from the breast pocket, waving them faster than a happy puppy.

I was taken by surprise, I was speechless, but after a bit I said, "You have a wife at home, what will she have to say about our flying off to Paris together?" "I know we have been friends for a long time and you know I will always be here for you but I don't want to get shot by your wife."

"That's just it, Olivia", JD explained. Noreen left me months ago, said she was goin' back east to see Charlie and the grankids and she just never came back. I've been too embarassed to say anything, but dammit I wanna live my life too!"

Unknowingly to Olivia JD was a psychopathic serial killer who eventually killed off the women who he got to fall in live with him.

Olivia felt a pang of sadness for JD but quickly recovered to feel an excited anticipation. She smiled widely and said "Yes, I would be delighted to see Paris with you." stepping easily into JD's trap.

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule. We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

"Olivia", he said tentatively, "You have inspired me to grab the bull by the horns, get over my fear of flying, and let bygones be bygones,....so I have bought two tickets to Paris and...I can't go alone....I know it's short notice and all, but will you come with me?" He excitedly fumbled in his coat and produced two airline tickets from the breast pocket, waving them faster than a happy puppy.

I was taken by surprise, I was speechless, but after a bit I said, "You have a wife at home, what will she have to say about our flying off to Paris together?" "I know we have been friends for a long time and you know I will always be here for you but I don't want to get shot by your wife."

"That's just it, Olivia", JD explained. Noreen left me months ago, said she was goin' back east to see Charlie and the grankids and she just never came back. I've been too embarassed to say anything, but dammit I wanna live my life too!"

Unknowingly to Olivia JD was a psychopathic serial killer who eventually killed off the women who he got to fall in live with him.

Olivia felt a pang of sadness for JD but quickly recovered to feel an excited anticipation. She smiled widely and said "Yes, I would be delighted to see Paris with you." stepping easily into JD's trap.

Ethal, Olivia's best friend from school was always an interfering jealous woman and when she heard the news of Olivia's new romance she did some investigation of her own. What she found out was disturbing JD who's real name is Jason Draughton was a notorious English serial killer active in the 1970s and early 1980s. He murdered at least eight women – including his wife Audrey– by strangling them in his flat at 10 Wellington avenue, When news of Audrey's disappearance the police sesrched the premises and shortly afterwards the bodies of three of his victims were discovered hidden in an alcove in the kitchen. His wife's body was found beneath the floorboards of the front room. But after a stretch in HMP Wakefield Jd was recently released on technicalities on the evidence against him.