I can still remember the acrid smell of the tiny creek that wound its way along the back of the mill. All of the neighbors were friends of my Nanny, ...ld women and men, who remembered the Great Depression and leaner times. There were no children to play with, except for the grand-daughters of the couple across the street. But the Church girls were snobbish. They reminded me of Nellie Olsen from the Little House on the Prairie television show. Eventually, a family with four sons moved into a. Her skin turned to gooseflesh. The peach fuzz on her belly bristled, glittering gold in the soft light.Gingerly, I let my fingers venture into her forbidden triangle. Without pressing down, I gently caressed her golden fur, just enough to make it tickle. I watched her squirm. Her cheeks went flush."Is that where you meant?"She bit her lip, giggled. Then I began to feel it, a spreading warmth on my hand. She'd saved me the last few ounces of her nectar."Taste it," she said.I put my dribbling. Since Kar was a member of the party that was against the sitting president, he could blame the fake emergency on the other party. It was sweet! They triggered it in a rather unique way. They had, over several years, strong armed some of the major lending institutions to make loans to people that would not be able to pay the money back. This was done in the name of fairness. These bad debts were quietly sliced up into smaller pieces and sold as a new class of bonds. Lots of people bought these. After about half a mile down the unmade road the car pulled up in front of the converted barn that Laura recognised. As she got out of the car the two businessmen came out to meet her. Laura left the driver to get her overnight case and she went and introduced herself to them. She said, 'Hello I'm Laura.' and held out her hand.The first one said, 'Hi Laura, I'm Kwame and this is Emmanuel.'The second man held out his hand and said, 'Call me Manny.'They led Laura inside and the driver followed.