It changes your life and how you see and value people. Different experiences do not negate others experiences. I hope to hell that anyone reading this...story will never suddenly be in a situation like this. I cannot imagine anything worse, except for adding aids to the mix. My point in all of this is to think outside of the box. Stories can bring a different view to our lives. Views that we ordinarily would not have seen. The point of including the amnesty for illegals was a prod to the children. Being on the move didn’t appeal to me. It was unsettling for Anita and Julie; Anita craved farm life, and Julie needed a steady anchor for her young life growing up. Living out of a suitcase wasn’t really going to be a long-term solution. The problem was this: how could we settle down somewhere, and still be able to help people, without drawing attention to ourselves? Where could we go, where Anita could farm, Julie could have a regular life and schooling, and I could still help people without. If not, there would be a messy divorce and I would be in the center of the court proceedings. Well, I didn't want that, and whether she meant it or not, I sure didn't want to find out. She suggested that we meet that afternoon to go over rules she was working on, and I semi-reluctantly agreed to arrive at their place at one p.m sharp.Mandy had been a lover of mine several years ago for a very short time. She had been a very active fuck, no complaints there, but wasn't the most trustworthy. Another of God's jokes, I smiled to myself.."Na- I'm worn out tonight. My feet and legs are killing me. I'll have to take a raincheck" He shrugged and walked away leaving us alone at last." Damn Him ! .. I made the mistake of flirting with him to get hired, now he thinks I'm his! He gives me the creeps." Well, I can do much better than that. " I smiled."I bet you can-- I've heard your name dropped around here... You do the massage thing here ,right?" Guilty --and if you would care to come to my.