Not to mention we needed plenty of trucks to operate the estate. Running the estate like a farm was the only practical idea since it had to be relativ...ly self sufficient due to its remote locale.Trade in captured ponygirls was the main cash flow of the farm. Our head-honcho knew that the idly rich loved to spend their dirty money on dirty things, and thus employed plenty of us. Most of the employees worked for peanuts, I mean for god sake who wouldn’t work here for free! A few would get the. Sorry," he smiled as he backed out of the room and closed the door.Frustrated that he had barged in and interrupted my shower, not to mention him clearly seeing me naked, I quickly washed myself and then got out of the shower. I dried myself off and then wrapped the towel around me to head back to my room. I had forgotten to bring clean clothes with me and didn't want to put my dirty PJ's back on after getting clean. I just hoped my cousin wasn't standing in the hall.He was!"Jerk," I said as I. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. How I found out was the Big Cliché. Well, not quite. The Big Cliché is coming home early and catching them in bed together. No, the Second Big Cliché is leaving, forgetting something, then coming back in and overhearing the conversation about them getting together while I was busy at work, and our son was in school.Yes, we have a kid together. Brian Baxter, named after Cindy's dad. Oh, and before you ask, yes, he's mine. I KNOW he's mine, since he was conceived on our Honeymoon, and we were.