I'm sure you are aware that he is well respected by most of his workers.''Only most?' the said gentleman asked cheekily.'I am respected just as much.'...Natasha stated. 'Feared too.' She added with a not too pleasant smile.'I don't doubt the latter but I would be willing to bet there are no more than a handful with any respect for you.' I continued calmly.'And as for being better than everyone else, why I can't help that.' She said haughtily.I laughed. 'You are no better than anyone in this. "Damn, still can't see, maybe if I were over a bit more." I thought. Because the ladder was already at the edge of the shed, I had to lean way out in order to see the part of the bed where Cheryl was now laying. Over powered by adolescent urges I was experiencing then making decisions with my small head, not my big one, I leaned a little too far when suddenly, there I go, ladder, brushes, sc****rs and paint all came tumbling down with a racket loud enough to scared the farm a****ls. I lay there. Building a life was a nuisance waiting to happen but I found a nice body I could work with. The owner did not seem to like it as he was in the process of jumping in front of a train when I found it.I stopped him and took over his mind, sending his soul on cleanly. Really, it was a service on society. Instead of having to clean up whatever would have been left after meeting an express train, consoling the engineer after seeing what was about to happen and losing a member of society, they got me.. If he worked it right, this was the perfect chance for Keith to use his crossbow.Nobody was looking down the hill of sand, so Keith had not been spotted yet. The silence of the crossbow would help him to avoid detection, but he would have to shoot up the slope—a real problem for the crossbow. Keith would have to keep the extra height in mind when he shot if he was not going to waste a lot of bolts. Also, he would have to be sure of a kill; a wounded man would attract attention as he cried out,.