I’m rather in shape, but I’m not bulging with muscles like I would like to be. The story starts off as a normal day of school. First I sit threw a...boring lecture of The Raven. Then I go off into some lame algebra junk. Finally end up in English class. I waited as my eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. Not even a minuet left then I was off to band class. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a band geek, it’s just the only class I look forward too, and it’s not because of the stupid music or the. He really appreciated being clean. It surprised him that the water came out of the cave wall, but once he saw it was warm and that the dirt came off him, he loved it. Oh damn, I said I would wash his clothes so they would be clean for in the morning.”“Don’t get up, I already took the clothes, and Phil was going to have them cleaned for tomorrow. He did ask if we wanted clothes like ours for them for tomorrow. I asked that he wait to see if they would stay. He didn’t think that was going to be a. Then she went to the bathroom in my room and after a while she returned to her room. In the morning aunty is making her regular duties and there is no sign of last night, but her face was dull.On next saturday, aunty and I were alone in the house and she told me that some work is there in her room and asked me whether I can help her. I said ok. I went with her to their room and she told me to arrange the cupboard. She was simply watching my work lying in the bed.After an hour, I called her to. “Nice barn,” I said, looking around at the stalls, the straw, a few hens pecking in the dirt, a saddle resting on a hay bale and out in the pasture, the horse grazing and the cow lying under a big oak tree.“Yes, I love this barn and this farm,” she said, looking around the barn and a softer expression flickered on her face, one of appreciation, and I glimpsed another side of her, someone serious and passionate, not just sexy and alluring. She looked back at me, her smile returning, her.