It looked as if nobody had been inside since they left; her only complaint was the "heavy" layer of dust to be found everywhere. She was ready to move...back in, if she had her choice.We had a pleasant half hour after we finished eating when six men came in to sight riding toward us at a fast lope. Amy took up her position inside the house with the rifle and Arthur and I stood on the veranda to await developments. The men came pounding up to us and halted in such a way as to throw dust on us. I. Soon a finger had found its way between the folds and was slipping inside.One of the gang then approached the girl. For some reason she was not fearful. That was until they spoke.'You bitches will pay for damaging one of our bikes!'It was woman's voice. She explained that her friend had hit one of their bikes outside a pub. The girl remembered the incident well, it had happened about three hours previous. They had been trying to manoeuvre in the carpark and had hit something. Lisa didn't seem. “You have more, don’t you?” Julianne’s best friend since high school asked, nearly panting in the heat. “I’m serious, girl! That’s hotter than that fifty shades of shit!”“Really? Do you like it so far?” Julianne was treading water in a typhoon and desperate for a lifeline. Her best friend was, if anything, truthful and honest about her opinions. It was the one attribute on which Julianne felt the two women could build their friendship. Misty would tell anyone exactly what she thought. She had. So this is the first birthday of many more to come hopefully of mymaid Elisabeth Martin!" She stopped to have another sip of her tea andthen picked a small parcel form her night table, "and this is yourpresent Betty."Betty was very touched, she approached the bed and picked her presentwith a small curtsey, "Thank you Ma'am, I am honoured Ma'am" she managedto say.Anita said impatiently, "Come on girl, open your present, we don't haveall day, I have to go to work and you have your chores to.