It was left to Grace and I to run the place. Momma was pining, just wasting away. We soon found out it was Pancreatic Cancer. That's when Rusty came i...to my life. We needed cash to tide us over -- desperately. He saw the problem. Hired me to clean and help out in the kitchen and around the Bar C homestead. I thought it was charity. It was. But with that needed charity was lust." Now Gwen was getting the rhythm as she continued, her voice stronger. "I was young, real young with my long legs,. He asked me what experience I had and did I volunteer or was I volunteered."I was volunteered Sergeant, but I'm quite happy to be here. My experience?-- I work as a camp cook for the Country Roads Board, we have about thirty men to cater for." Do you do this on your own then?" No Sergeant, I have a part time offsider, we do breakfast and evening meals with a cut lunch during the day." Hmm, looks like we might have a good one for a change. OK, throw your kit into the office for now, we've got. "Hey" I wrote. "Why'd you stop messaging me?" Had to go to bed" he wrote back. "Practice this morning."That was true, but it didn't stop me from staying up late."You didn't even say good night to me" I said, trying to make him feelguilty. "Are you mad at me?"I smiled that that - when a girl asks if you are mad at her, it makes youfeel like a total shithead. I wanted to put Martin through the wringer.Unless he really was mad at me. I mean, at Cat."Of course not" he wrote back. "I barely know. "Then another set of orders came from General Kammler stating that allengineers and scientists were to move to central Germany, close to theMittelwerk factory, though without suggesting how exactly we weresupposed to accomplish this feat. So there I was, with ten orderssitting on my desk. Five promised death by firing squad if we moved, andfive said I'd be shot if we didn't. I was damned either way. I was verysuspicious of Hans Kammler's real intentions, but choosing his orders toobey seemed to.