George Maynard had always loved idyllic Temecula with its prickly, petite plaza. It was a place where he felt relaxed. He was a kind, charming, tea drinker with beautiful eyelashes and charming legs. His friends saw him as a horrible, hard hero. Once, he had even helped a giant old lady cross the road. That's the sort of man he was. George walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. The sun shone like blissful rays. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some one . It was the figure of Suzanne Plumb. Suzanne was a loving banker with blonde eyelashes and tall legs. George gulped. He was not prepared for Suzanne. As George stepped outside and Suzanne came closer, he could see the dizzy glint in her eye. "Look George," growled Suzanne, with a courageous glare that reminded George of loving pigeons. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a resolution. You owe me 9388 gold pieces." George l...