Must follow orders. So, one mirning my dad left to work, since I do tattoos I can take take my jods anyware. I had a few things lined up for the aftet...noon hours, so I didn't have much to do in the morning I took a long shower and got dressed. Still had 4 hours to kill, since im not from here I'm pretty much stuck here, oh and my dad had no type of gaming system. So I walked around the house, very bored...i walked in the kitchen and there she was, just laying on the breakfast table, all spread. "At this point the waiter came by and asked if the lady wanted something to eat and I told him to give her the same thing I ordered."What did you order?" She asked with a pained look."I have no clue, I wasn't paying attention for obvious reasons."There was silence on both sides of the table. My attacker sat on the other side of the table and I was conflicted because she was acting far too human. I wanted to lash out at the vicious animal and found only an angry, frightened woman."I got fired. ”“Thank you,” chimed in Samantha.“It was very nice meeting you.” He reached across the bar to shake their hands, and then led them out through the front door.As they climbed back into their car, Tamara asked her father. “How much does a place like this cost?”Mike snorted. “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it.”“Daddy! That’s no answer!”“Okay, millions of dollars and two hundred years.”“Huh.”“It’s really cool!” said Samantha. “There’s a library and two dining rooms and the bar and a pool out. Two men in black suits and white shirts walked past me. If I lived in the suburbs, I’d automatically assume they were missionaries wanting to tell me about this religion or that. Two-by-two. Another war waiting. Worlds collide. Maybe that was what I was arguing with myself about. This time I couldn’t see either a right way or a possible way. I’d been set up and I didn’t know who on my team I could trust. I’d started my tenure distrusting everyone, and now I had to find a way to expose the right.