After he grabbed one out of a refrigerator, and handed it to me, I asked what I was there to help him move, and he said that there was nothing to move... and that he actually wanted to talk to me. He motioned me over to a couch that was along the back wall, and asked me to sit. He sat in a chair across from me, and took a long swallow of his beer. As he started to speak, he was looking down at the floor. He tells me that his girlfriend of 5 years has left him. I sat there with my jaw. Grandpa never remarried after she died.Dad had been given an opportunity by the company that employed him, to live abroad for a year. It was an opportunity that could simply not be turned down. My parents were concerned about the upheaval that moving to Europe could cause me academically. Therefore, they asked Isaac to take care of me during the period that they would be away. The school near grandpa’s farm had a very good reputation and they were comfortable with my enrollment there. My father. There was a ding. The commander carried a tray to the table. "One replicator special," he placed the tray before Michael. "Salt, pepper, ketchup?" Mayo, ketchup please."Jacob walked back toward the microwave. Michael inhaled the aroma of the food. He could only stare at the bounty before him. Hands placed squeeze bottles of mayonnaise, mustard, and ketchup on the table. "Eat," the commander instructed.The root beer tasted good. Michael squirted a large dollop of ketchup next to his fries for. "Ok, you two. I see you're now dressing like these idiots. So you know what's going on here?" Ja." Left Angel answered. "We know." Right finished."And you know that this arrangement is at best morally bankrupt and possibly qualifies as prostitution and would be illegal in this country?" They turned another shade of red, but both answered yes. "Ok. Fine. Tomorrow, you two can apply and if you still want to stay after that, you're as crazy as the rest of these idiots." I shook my head.Reality.