I haven’t been on a winning team, but Mister Barton and I came in second. He says ‘skill’. I say ‘luck’.So that’s my life right now – sc...hool, family, fun ... and work. And all I need to do is figure out how to get Tara a good guy.Tara’s turn:Moving here at the drop of a hat, that wasn’t as Dad used to say, ‘Classic Tara’. I was always conservative and measured in my approach to life, a fact that stood me well academically in school. It also served me well after that accident that took Mom and. He was looking at her almost apologetically.She moved forward and took his hand, her eyes never leaving his. She bent over and kissed his forehead."You poor thing," she whispered. "I hate to see you like this."Hank gave her the vestige of a smile although his eyes were full of pleasure. To have smiled more would have hurt as he had already discovered."But you look lovely," he murmured back keeping lip movement to a minimum.She smiled at him and sat on the edge of the bed without letting go of. If this was my biggest problem, I’m doing ok. I finished up and composed myself to try to act professionally in front of two hot women with big bellies. I left and accidently walked straight into the kitchen across the hall. I saw men bustling about preparing complex dishes and meals. The amount of food in this kitchen was overwhelming. Some of the meals were so immense they needed two men to carry the platter out! The only thing I couldn’t place was how every dish was sprayed with some. ." I know why you're here," I said turning and leaning back against the window. "I have a better use for you." You can't..." By law, I can," I said. "I'm glad they sent two; one would have it rough." I don't understand!" the one on the right said."You've been programmed not to," I told them. They turned to look at each other in fear."Put the knives down, ladies," I ordered, reinforcing it with a directive through my jacks. Stilettos were drawn from sheathes sewn into their clothing. They walked.