The project seemed to be close to success. She had believed it would from day one if for no other reason than it explained the woman perfectly, or alm...st so. The woman had been her, in the not too distant future. She had come back in time. There were problems though, problems inherent in going backwards through time. Alexis saw the clock during her ruminations on the past, and realized she had to get moving. Her shift started shortly. She quickly threw on the project-labeled jumpsuit, cleaned. In a way it was funny, but sometimes very irritating. I did notice that she only did it in the house, and was always polite and respectful when we were away from the farm. Sometimes I wondered if Myrna was teaching her this so that Sally could replace her if she ever decided to leave. God, now there was a scary thought. Sally as a mini Myrna. The only difference was that Myrna was a woman of color, as she had told me on several occasions. She said she hated the term Negro or African American.. .. why not? Susan wasn’t there with me — I padded out of the bedroom, across our sitting room to the bedroom beyond.Making my way across the bedroom I saw that Will still appeared to be sound asleep with the covers pulled mostly over his head. Light was shining from the bathroom beyond, and that also seemed to be the source of the noises. Reaching the doorway, I saw Emily lying bent over the vanity with her legs spread and her ass in the air.Just then, Emily muffled a squeal, but managed to. "Nice to meet you. You are very young. How old are you, Lucy?" He had a charming smile, thought Lucy. She liked him."I'm 17, sir." And how old are you, Mike?" I'm 32, sir." I see." Then he added, " You shouldn't let your young wife do such rough work as gardening. Outdoor work will spoil her hands and lovely complexion." Yes, sir. But she wants to help me." If she wants to help you, it's better for her to get some indoor work and earn a good income." I'm afraid she can't get a decent job, sir..