A few days later I was sat in my study, writing, well, writing this, not really a diary, but I felt the need to record something, when there was a kno...k on the door. I called 'come in' and the other one of the village ladies who helped with the housework came in.Did I mind her dusting, or should she come back? No carry on. This was Mrs King, a lady of I should guess about sixty, she had short curly salt and pepper hair and a very handsome face, nice bone structure, and would, I think have once. The Chairman's, and that is how we now referred to Deb's father, busy schedule had precluded a visit to review the position I have in mind for her so we may as well proceed.The General has accumulated vast land holdings and mineral interests in his horse trading of drilling contracts and by utilization of surplus funds to IDEACO's cash requirements to purchase land throughout the southwest. Record keeping for these holding is nonexistent. "I want you, Deb, to record each holding on a county map. Ilooked up and Angelo and leant towards him kissing him briefly on hislips. I heard Sam shout, "Peter what the fuck are you doing!"Angelo grabbed my head with one hand and pulled me to him, kissing mehard on my lips. I responded and kissed him enthusiastically because Iknew that if I didn't Sam would be shot. Angelo grabbed my bare bumwith his other hand and since he was so strong he lifted me up towardshim. I was raised onto my tiptoes and to Sam it looked like I waslifting into his kiss like. Relieved that she could freshen up she splashed some of the ice cold water in her face and onto her dirty body.After she cleaned herself up as much as possible she continued her walk along the path. It took several hours, and by the time she noticed the path started to go uphill, she was starving. The only thing she had eaten all day were some berries she had picked during the hike. She was also exhausted.She sat down on a large rock to rest a moment.“Good day,” a voice came out of.