It was true, their lawn was a mess. The grass was completely out of control, and the flowerbeds were overwhelmed with weeds. The mailbox looked overst...ffed, and newspapers and trash littered the driveway and front porch. They had just moved in two weeks ago and it already looked terrible over there. Granted, the house had been abandoned and foreclosed for almost 3 years, and no one did any yard work in the time since then. Still, if they just mowed it once, we wouldn't have this little girl in. She supplied the power that ate up the opposition."The school needs you." That came from Fran, also coming into the room. She's the brass section of my lunch bunch, the girl with the biggest laugh and the biggest heart in school -- if not the universe -- and suddenly my room felt a lot smaller and warmer and friendlier and all three of them were smothering me."What is this?" I asked, muffled in their embrace, the last shreds of my gloom melting from their love."It's an Intervention," Fran. "I don't suppose you have met," the Doc began. "Megan, this is Kelly Harter. Kelly, my daughter and right hand, Megan."I guess the shock was as evident on my face as the sheepishness on hers. She shook my hand warmly, then, following her father, sat on the edge of his chair. The Doc, it seemed as by habit, placed his arm around her waist, the palm resting in front of her crotch, before his daughter wisely shuffled so that the air of sexuality between them was not so obvious."What's the matter,. I am a loner, learning to fend for myself very early in life. Currently, I am an engineer, very proficient at my trade. My natural ability in the oil fields has kept me in demand. I keep to myself and stay out of trouble, a good trait in a predominately male profession.Having two days before returning to work, I crash. After fourteen hours of sleep, I feel just about human again. It seems that my replacement didn’t actually cut it. She is a qualified Engineer, but with no actual oil field.