The horde of funds in cash could lighten the burden of many and change many lives. Besides, nobody will be shooting at me, or remodeling my cabin, wit...h small holes in and large ones out!Who am I you ask? My name is Don P. Johnson, forty-six, single, and I have never been seriously involved. While in the Special Forces, for my twenty-five, I never felt comfortable with the thought of getting involved, for a number of reasons; first, it would not be fair to anyone, always wondering if I would. He gestured to the next room and I led the way with him following and closing the door behind us."Tell me, miss, why is it you wish to work for me and why is it I should hire you?" The man asked."Sir, I graduated university in May. I have not found work of any type in my field or even sufficient to pay my bills. My roommates resorted to working at Club Zanzibar. I tried waitress there for a week, but the pinching and groping was more than I could take and I left. There are some things that are. He was glad she was keeping silent about the bad stuff back at the farm because he did not want the other females to get all in a dither over the dangers posed by the marauding looters running amuck in every direction. Heather caught his eye and gave him a look that told him she knew the score without a single question.After a lunch of baked beans from a can, Mike took Tom with him back to the first farmhouse where he had told him the root cellar was hidden under the ground. It was only a short. I look at the cameramen and say, "Well, let's take one of the vans Bill offered us and get to the cabin."John says, "The gear's already loaded so we're ready to roll."We climb into the van and head toward the cabin.My phone rings, I look at the caller ID and see it's Liz so I warn the guys, "I think the shit is going to hit the fan, it's Liz."I answer the phone and Liz yells, "Samantha what the hell did you do?"I smugly answer, "Liz, I did the job you hired me for."Liz explodes, "I ordered you.