No time wasted driving around, looking for little boxes optimistically named 'Mon Repos' and 'Dunwerkin'.The major difficulty about writing a story ba...ed on the day-to-day activities of a water-softener installer is that after a while, the days tend to sort of merge into one another. I will, therefore - to cut a long story short - tell you only about the interesting bits.The most interesting bit about that Tuesday morning was Linda Shoesmith, a tall, dark-haired, very attractive and amazingly. At that, I felt Cathy awaken, and her body spasmed as she tried take in just where she was and why she woke to find herself in the kitchen. I relinquished all control to her body, but stayed in the back of her mind trying to maintain my sense of self, as turbulent emotions rushed though her body. I could feel her surprise and puzzlement as she tried to come to terms with her situation. Using her ears, I could hear mom yell at Cathy. What did she mean that John was dead, and just how did she. He made a not so nice comment about me and my plans and I told him what-for and things weren't going so good between us.We ate cereal for breakfast and then started work on lunch. Daddy had left instructions on what he expected to be done when they back from church. We peeled potatoes and got them onto boil and then I took out the chicken breasts from the fridge and spread more of Dad's homemade sauce on them, while Bob got the corn on the cob ready.I'd finished the chicken and put it back in. What do you want? I can leave the company, I can quit today..."But John cut her off. "You're not going anywhere...First things first, PURSE." He commanded as he stood and took her purse. Opening a small soundproof locker he kept at the foot of the bed, he tossed it all in there, and kicked the lid closed. "That'll keep everything private." He said sternly, crossing his arms.Still thinking she could reason enough to get out the this, Alexis tried another route "Look, Mr. Roberts..." she pleaded.