Huntington Down The Truth
Huntington took a drive through the hills knowing he was Der Lu’s first star and was very mature when claiming an allowance that could have been optional.
“I did not want everything up front,” he thought to himself letting the warm sun guide his way through the rural landscape, “I am taking everything one step at a time and growing with them without putting them into debt,”
Having a wealth of information at his disposal Huntington was the kaydetre to the company that was a networking resource that used community communication as its foundation.
“Yes, I have a being that was like one of the knights at the round table,” Huntington pulled into the driveway that was the path to his closure in keeping a firm family foundation together during hard times.
With briefcase in hand Huntington entered through the front door only to see a lovely mature maiden in front of the television.
“What are you watching?” He inquired.
“Oh Pretty Woman,” was the response from the voice in another room, “it’s truly our romance.”
That is right Huntington remembered right at the start of his professional career when the magistrate was looking to go a long way but then was caught in an inquiry that put her in last behind a town favorite being Anita who was wearing a sexy dance costume despite already being out of the money.
“I look great in that dance outfit,” Huntington’s real life professional valentine gave him a welcome hug.
“I told you to wear it didn’t I Anita?” He stated in a question knowing something had to get done to take care of a local problem.
“Yep, you said if you were going to put that hot magistrate in her place y not sizzle when doing it.”
Coming down the stairs was the result that happened nine months after the incident,” ‘Happy Valentine’s Day Mommy! Happy Valentine’s Day, Huntington.”
The two returned the greeting while Anita dressed in red like Santa wanted to get down to business, “do you have the information where you think my husband is?”
“Yes, my networking resource has a good idea where Arthur is,” Huntington smiled, “right behind me.”
“Daddy Happy Valentine’s Day,” the young girl screamed leaping into the fatigue wearing figure that was her Father who was missing in action.
“Huntington, how can we ever thank you?”
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