Post by *Zeb* on Nov 26, 2006 16:09:12 GMT -5
Michael gave a sigh as he climbed the steps to the hayloft. A glass of cool lemoade in his hand and a Ipod clipped to his belt, Michael lounged on a couch. Nodding his head to the beat of a song, he leaned back and relaxed, enjoying the cool air of the Hayloft.
