“You two are not being helpful,” said Lauren.The three were standing in the Graham kitchen, looking at the construction going on around them. The ...week following Lauren and Peter signing their prenups had been busy. First, that Wednesday night, Peter had brought around an architect and an engineer from his firm to discuss what was to be done. Lauren had been amazed to find that the architect had secured plans to her house from the county clerk’s office; she hadn’t even been aware they existed!. So yesterday evening I packed the van with drinking water, some bread, plenty of rope, several 6" nails and a large broad knife. I still hadn't decided exactly what I might do with her but wanted plenty of options. It looked like being a dampish dark night with the waning moon not rising until at least 11 o'clock so not good for taking photos to remember her by.When I got there I parked back up the track as before. All was quite as I approached her hiding place. Even when I shone the torch in. “I know Judy, I'm just messing with you,” I said. “Now that was not being sweet,” Judy replied. “You know you love me,” I said. “Gotta make sure you bring that up though don't you,” Judy asked. “Yes. What are you gonna do about it,” I asked. Then she leaned over and kissed me again. Then she leaned back and enjoyed the sights along on the way there. I think she was trying to figure out where we were going. But I gave her no hints other than we'll both love it. It may or may not have been. “Where are you heading?”“Good question,” I answered. “I’m not heading any where.” “Cool,” she responded. “That’s really cool.” When she said that, I wondered if she was an old hippie. “How long have you had this farm?” I asked. “Been here ten years or so,” she said. “My husband and I were ‘back to the landers.’ A bunch of us got this farm, but I’m the only one left. The others couldn’t handle the work and isolation. My husband and I tried to keep it going but we couldn’t agree on anything. He.