.and can you remember earlier when I mentioned you could see right into our room from the pathway outside??? …. Well it was now pretty obvious that ...his was indeed the case as I could clearly see two people standing by the fence and trying not to make it too obvious that they were watching us. With the bedside lamp switched on, we were pretty much backlit and I reckoned our outside viewers would have been seeing a more distant view of exactly what Walt was looking at from only a few feet away!. “Oh, I’m… lonely, I guess,” she said in a small, sad voice. “Lonely? Don’t you have that boyfriend? What’s his name—Jack? Jock?” “Josh,” said Jill . “And no—I broke up with him.” “Why?” “He just wasn’t very nice to me. He wasn’t as good a man as you are, dad.” “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. Well, that guy wasn’t worthy of you. Any fellow who doesn’t appreciate what a great girl you are is a bum, in my book,” he said. “Come here and sit next to your old man.” He patted the sofa. Jill dove in next. The victim was still half out of it as they dragged her close to the door. They had opened it before but spot welded it shut. It would take only a few minutes to pop them and open the entrance. They had much less difficulty opening the heavy, thick steel door than pulling it back into place once they entered the mine. Upon closing the barrier, it turned pitch black, they all drew out their flashlights with the exception of the girls. Everyone, except Cynthia, was tired, especially the men.. One incident I can never forget was when we were driving past a farm and he suddenly stopped the car, 'Let's have a look around', he said as he opened the door, and I got out to be confronted by an old man in his sixties, and two strapping sons.'This is my wife Mariel', he introduced us, and shook each man's hand in turn, my nostrils flaring as the small of manure radiated from them all.'First time on a farm Mariel', the old man said, to which I replied, 'Yes'.'Do you grow crops', I hastily.