We had coffee after the meeting and I was amazed that a beautiful woman would want to talk to me, on topics other than work.On Friday, she was sobbing... Being a concerned friend, I went to talk to her to see what was hurting her. "I found Brett with another woman," she sobbed, "he was doing things to her he never did to me." Trying to calm her down, I got her a glass of water and a snack cake out of the vending machine in the lounge. "I thought that bastard loved me," she spoke with a he pissed. "Not all feel that way," I replied."Let me guess," she said. "Kelly chewed you out for your stance." Actually, the opposite," I answered. "She backed my decision fully and even stood up in front of the board of directors and told them that unless they had something to hide they had no reason to keep the information private." Wow," Carrie exclaimed."Yeah," I said. "Shocked the crap out of me. I fully expected to get it with both barrels. Instead she told the old crones that eventually the state. They were looking for a larger home to start a family. The house they chose to look at was large with a great view and a private backyard with a large pool.We met at the house on a Saturday afternoon. They were an attractive couple....Sheila and Mike. You could tell they both spent time at the gym. She is a very trim blonde and Mike is 6'3", handsome and well built. They are a playful couple and were flirting with each other as we toured the house. They really liked the private backyard and. Years later, professional hunters in Kenya talked to Indian families whose fathers and grandfathers had worked on the railroad line in the Tsavo, and they were told the burial workers back then had often taken a body only a mile or so from the tracks before they would scratch out a shallow grave, put the body in it, and cover the grave with just a few rocks and some thorn branches. Then they would go back to camp, get the next body, and repeat the process. And you can’t really blame the burial.