It was a quiet day so Meg sat with Joe whilst he ate his lunch. They talked about Stella. Meg was worried that Joe would do too much work on behalf of...Stella. Joe stated He did not mind helping around but would certainly tell her if her requests were too much. As he stated he really enjoyed teaching Stella about lawn mowers and she seem to have a natural flair about learning and retaining the knowledge.Joe started to walk to his abode looking around at all of the properties along his walk. By. She took in the images of all the smiling pretty faces on the walls, each frame holding a snapshot of a girl in her prime.She didn't want to be here. She hated what it all meant, what it all would lead to. She turned to her mother for sympathy and understanding. She knew she would get none."Mother... I... I don't want to do this..." Erin gasped as she covered her bruised left cheek."I'm... I'm sorry." Erin new it best to apology when ever she got a slap from her mother. What ever the reason, it. Then another thought entered my mind. But I knew. Would he really let me go after the two years? With this knowledge? Or would he kill me, to keep the secret? Could I trust him? Of course, people would just assume that I was crazy. Another homeless woman who had lost her mind. I would have thought that myself, when someone would have told me such a story a few weeks ago.The sound of the scissors, as they started cutting my hair was nearly soothing, a steady clipping sound. Fingers were fumbling. Most of the personnel were due to leave within a couple of days.The lucky ones were looking forward to an end of project swap later that evening with the couple they had chosen. A spirit of conviviality seemed to have taken hold. Everyone was milling around—laughing and talking!Held up, by having to supervise the packing up of the engineering equipment; David left the office late that evening. Arriving back at his large comfortable Quonset, there was just time to shower before the two.