She turned as I approached her cheek, and we had quite a kiss. She turned the other way, saying, "G'Bye Michael!"I left and got to work just in time. ...I spent more of the morning thinking about Amy than I did any real work. I got home and found her in the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts. I couldn't tell if she had anything else on. She was cooking something that smelled good."You're a cook?" I asked instantly realizing just how stupid it was to say such a thing."Yeah, my mom and I share. It's in the mountains and there is a lake with a dock and everytghing. Mr. Green invited you to go if you wanted. Apparently one of the other dads has a son your age who is going and you can keep each other company. We have lived next door to Mr. Green for ever it seems. My parents know him and have been to bbq's etc... over the years. There permission on this was a no brainer and I said sure. I then went to pack. A couple hours later there was a knock and Mr. Green was there to get me. We're not thinking of our own stallion to start with. That might come later if we're successful and can afford a decent one." And where, young lady, are these stables going to be?" asked Anthony.Victoria had to smile. "Craig Hill or at home for first choice but," she forestalled him, "if something else cropped up we might go for that. The thing is, we both want to learn the ropes independently so that we both have fresh ideas if and when we join up. So, we're not looking to set ourselves up for. Wherever possible, we tried to use time saving appliances in the houses. Mama had suggested getting a maid service, but we overruled her on that.One of the problems we were having in the four existing group homes was with the house parents getting burnt out and exhausted. We hadn't realized how all consuming a task it was to raise six boys, seven day a week, without any breaks. When we did start to see tempers getting short and, in at least one case, marital problems, we acted right away to.