And then, finally, I heard a door open behind me.Two men approached me, each holding manilla folders. The first man appeared to be in his early to mid... 50s, with gray hair and thick glasses. The other was younger, maybe 35, with dark hair and glasses. Both men were dressed in light blue suits and appeared very professional. I had never been on an assignment like this before, and really wondered what was going to happen to me. This really seemed strange."Are you Slave #39?" the older man asked. Dressing quietly, Jason left the bedroom for the sofa in the large living room. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as the king-sized bed he'd abandoned, but it was the only place he was going to be able to sleep alone. If he was able to sleep at all.He didn't really want his sister, he told himself. He had just been unprepared for the grownup Ilianna. The last he'd spent any real time with her she had been a scrawny ten year old with coltish legs and thin gangly arms, intent on driving her. ?And that is your right ma?am. Just not along this road and out to thisranch; it?s off limits.??Look we?ve had a few issues with so-called environmental warriorscollecting what they call ?resource data?, taking pictures andcollecting soil and water samples on our land without prior permission.??A bunch of fern-sniffing pinko lefties set up camp out here when weinvested in natural gas fracking and we had to move them on so we foundthe easiest way to keep them out was to make this road and the. I would have to make some room in my bathroom and bedroom for Brad to keep a few things he might need in the morning. Barb and Jake would be home after closing up the camp in a few weeks. I had to make a note on my calendar to call Gail and Marie at the end of next week. We were going to a gay rights rally in Cambridge. After that, we would be going to their apartment for some wine. I had started to love my life again and thanked God for the two most wonderful and understanding kids a mother.