Blackmailed NeighborsChapter 4
Pam Hollister knelt down and dug her hands into the soft loamy soil around the rosebush, delighting in its rich, earthy feel. It was a beautiful day. Wearing her white shorts and halter, she was out in the front yard, working in the garden. This is what 1 wanted a house of my own for, she thought happily. Pam had a natural green thumb and thrived in the out-of- doors, planting, tending, and harvesting plants. Roses were her chief delight, and that was one of the reasons she had fallen so...