Wouldn't they be more comfortable at a hotel? We'll pay for it if that's an issue." I can't explain right now, Ken," she replied, "but it would really...be for the best if we all stayed in your house. Doesn't the couch in your office fold out into a bed?" Uh ... yeah, but..." Then it's settled," she said. "It doesn't have to be the Waldorf Astoria. We just need a place to lay our heads that's close-by you and Meg."Something very odd is going on here, he thought as he turned off Highway 99/70 and. What made it even more special was that she seemed to have a story about every place they stopped. Often they were funny, or tales of some of the memorable characters she'd gotten to know over the years, sometimes well-known politicians or actors and the like.About a week down the river from Nankoweap, they camped one night at a place called Backeddy, near Deer Creek Falls. Both Scooter and Crystal had gone along with Andrea and Debby on at least part of the falls hike, doing some artistic. I told her that I worked as a handyman and asked if there was anything I could do. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you shouldn’t.” She said. “It’s Ok, I could probably do with the practice.” I told her and shrugged, like it doesn’t matter. “Well, just as long as you’re sure.” So for the next week, after I had finished my job I would go to her house and fix whatever I had to. I never asked for pay, just experience so I co do my job better. I will admit that I had an ulterior. Tamara attempted to preserve her modesty by standing before him with her hands clasped in front of her in the classic naughty schoolgirl pose but his order to put her hand out thwarted that attempt and she stuck her arm out towards him with her palm upturned. With an expert accuracy from countless canings Mr Masterson swished the rattan back over his shoulder and thwacked it hard against her small hand. Tamara squealed from both the searing pain and the shock of the sheer force of the stroke..