That's going to be your job". She gave me a push, "Now let's see the house".We walked around the ground floor. It was a huge house. You could have ten...kids and still lose them in this place. In the kitchen we met Rachel again. She was prepping for dinner. "This is my grandma"."We've met. Hello again m ... Rachel".Rachel smiled at me, "Good catch". Then she turned to Cindy, "Have you seen Samuel? I've been looking for him but he seems to have vanished. Must know there is work to do"?Cindy shook. "How about Mister Davis? You gave him a chance to see what it was like, and to decide for himself if a refuge was really needed." He was too stubborn to learn the lesson I offered him," the old woman said in a sad but wise voice.Anya shook her head firmly. "So were you!" she scolded. "He had a point. Not _all_ men are slimy perverts. Not _all_ men are predators!" They can be," the old woman countered quickly. "Even the ones you trust will turn on you."Anya's eyes narrowed. "Is _that_ why. She did not show any intention to stop and take shelter. Then the rain drop size reduced but intensity increases and started drizzling. With moving bike, I could see gradually front side of her white shirt was being moist. I was about to ask her if she wants to stop – suddenly the sky opens up and it started pouring! It hardly took 10 second to make her front of the white shirt completely wet. It was then she decided to stop and slowed the bike, moved side of the road and then stopped. I got. You placed everything on the bedside table for a moment while You slipped an arm beneath my shoulders and lifted me just long enough to slide in an extra pillow, allowing me to sit up at least part way. Then You held my head up just a little further with one hand as you retrieved the glass of milk and held it to my lips with the other.I suddenly realized that I was parched and I drank greedily, nearly draining the glass and looking gratefully into Your eyes as You smiled down at me.And then You.