He had his own room and it was small already.In front of his stepmother I said, "I am sorry to bother you. I come into your hours and even your room w...thout notice. If events work out I will find a place nearby to live and work and not bother you further."The boy was big and brawny for his race and still larger than me now. He said in a surly voice, "You can go there now." I could but your mother wishes to think on this matter we spoke of. If she decides in favour of this then we have to have. I was going to have start rationing the Diet Cokes, as I only had a couple of cases. That thought got me to thinking about what I had in the way of useable food, beverages, and gas, as well as an inventory of weapons, ammo, tools, machines, related supplies, and clothes.I spent the rest of the day building a spreadsheet on the laptop, listing everything in and under the RV as well as in the trailer to include the generators, welding gas bottles, gasoline containers, and diesel tanks. I worked. Go time!“Sorry for making you wait, guys,” she said as she sauntered back into the bedroom. She smiled and stood there, one hip thrust forward, an elbow out, a sultry smile on her face. Both Kens had tossed their jackets aside and loosened their ties. Brunette Ken had opened a small bottle of booze and was pouring drinks into the glasses he had taken off the vanity at the end of the room. He handed her what looked to be whiskey and water, not her favorite, but it was the thought that counted.. Follow me?”“Sure.”I followed him out of the marina, over several different roads, a chunk of interstate highway, then off and into the woods, finally pulling off a secondary road onto a gated driveway. I saw him reach up to his visor and punch a remote. The gate opened, letting us in. The driveway was rather long, with a twist hiding the house from the road. When we rounded the bend, I saw his house, set back under trees. It wasn’t a BIG house.He got out of his car as I exited my own. First.