He was looking out through the open bathroom door but only for a moment as he had to quickly shut his eyes again as the stinging returned. That flanne...l got pressed up into his face again as he let the water find its way back into his eyes. When he dared try and open his eyes again he discovered that he was no longer looking out onto an empty doorway. Instead Jared found himself looking through a doorway that was now occupied by a pretty, young girl in a white uniform. Even though Jared was. I just smiled and let them be, knowing. As more time passed I sometimes sat doing accounts, looking up to see the girls bringing water and food to my boys. They always seemed to be dressed nice, hair fixed up. Our crops were staggered, so in between we used our machines to help the Wilsons with their workload, they did the same for us. It was just the way our world was. We often shared meals, watching the lively banter between our four children, we parents smiling. Jim and Kathy Wilson became. Reaching home, she came with me to our home and helped me to put the grocery items purchased at proper places and then asked me to company with her to her home. It was almost 12 noon as we got into her house. She told me that she forgot to purchase the beer and was in a mood for some whiskey and offered me to join her and I did. We sat in her living room, and sipped the whiskey. Once again she was almost interviewing me like a good caring neighbor, asking me about my studies and the life. A few surprised her. A bottle of scented massage oil, a pair of handcuffs, a plate of strawberries and bowl of melted chocolate, "damn too bad I'm full" she thought, a wooded hairbrush for only one real purpose, a rather large vibrator, a small pile of clothespins, and a camera, "Well you covered just about everything," she joked."Just wanted to make sure you had options." Well you did that," she said as she perused the objects. She picked up the bottle of massage oil; opened the top and.