"Three days ago. It was Saturday," she said.I refilled her glass as well as my own."How many people do you have here?"She shook her head. "Some have r...un off. My cook is still here, one of the maids, you saw her, and an old man, a slave that was my father's overseer. He's at least seventy." No fieldhands?"She shook her head. "He told them to leave. Told them the soldiers were coming." How are you going to... ?" I don't know," she said. "We'll let it lie fallow if need be."I put my hand atop. Make-up was well done, if you didn't get close enough to see it. Up close, it looked excessive.She smiled sweetly, giving me her most disarming look. "Mister Richards, I'm Tammy Jellens from Channel Six. We want to interview about your incident." Smile. "Are you feeling okay for this?" I'm good, thank you..." Gary Beeler is our cameraman." Hi, Gary! Nice rig! What, two years old?" I said to him." Year and a half," he retorted. "You know this stuff?" Just a little," I said.Miss Tammy was looking. John hadn’t made love to her yet, keeping his promise, although every night they cuddle and talk and share a story or experience from their childhood. The last words they say to each other before Rachel goes to her bedroom are “bread and butter.” “Johnny?” she said, handing him, his first cup of morning coffee, “I have two wonderful surprises for you.” “Let me guess; your homemade from scratch corned beef hash with fried hot peppers and topped with soft poached eggs for breakfast?” “Oh, you. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. glasses on. white shirt unbuttoned to show her cleavage in a push up bra, black tight skirt of which she tucked the shirt into. and killer high heels. she looked stunning. "woah," i said "you look amazing amy" ITS MISS SMITH TO YOU!" she barked, she had gone out that room a drunken mess and returned a smokin hot teacher. this was completely out of the blue as she never even had spoken of this kinda thing before."NOW SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP BOY, YOU WILL NOT.