I use to read mysteries stories. The problem I had with them was I would be reading and it would get late. I had to work the next morning. It was after midnight.
The problem was it was just about that time in the book where the Villain would have the pretty young thing tied up on the saw mill and heading for the blade. The hero of the story was tied up down on the rail road track and the 11:58 pm express was heading right for him. It looked like the end of the line for the hero and the pretty young things.
I would say to myself, "What will happen - Oh! what will happen to them? How will they get out of the mess.
So I learned a little trick. I would turn over and read the last page of the book. You know what I would find? The pretty young things was there sitting under a tree drinking a cold glass of Ice Tea. The hero would be there with her and even though I did not know at that moment how they were going to get out of the pickle they were in back where I left off
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