She rang the doorbell and a man opened it, held his hand out and said, ‘Hello, you must be Alyson, I’m Roger, come in.’She followed him down the...hall and into a room on the right. It was a large lounge and he said, ‘This is my wife Fiona.’Fiona went over and shook her hand and said, ‘Nice to meet you.’Roger beckoned Alyson to sit on a sofa and he and Fiona sat opposite her. They were both probably late fifties and almost old enough to be her parents. Roger was of medium build with a full head. He went behind the bales of hay to a corner that was empty. “Get down on your knees,” he said which didn’t seem like such a big deal. “Now unzip my pant.” I knew right away where this was head, Id seen the magazines he kept hidden and was pretty sure what he wanted. I started to get up and he put his hand on my shoulder, “you welshing? You said you would do what I said and then Id give you the money back,” Chris told me firmly. “I don’t know if I can do this” I said meekly, “have me do. The Summers wanted 150 thousand and we pay the 5 thousand tax bill that was due by January first.I asked Susan if she would tell me the normal realtor's fees on a sale. She replied, "Eight percent."I said, "With the estimated cost of 20k for removing the house and getting rid of the trees along with new sod for erosion control that price and the taxes took the property out our reach. With what we wanted to do there would not be enough profit margins to survive. I will then counter offer with. "I took his hand, and got up and he led me all the way back to my house.Mother was pleased indeed to see me alive and my uncle did not sayanything at all until the big man left us alone. And when he spoke, hetold me that I would accomplish great things, because I've been visitedby a God!I know it does not sound possible, this account of foxes and deities,but countless others have seen them and reported of the supernaturalthat exists outside of the comforts of our home. I may be twelve thenbut I.