"Type that up for me, love," she asked. Abigail nodded and walked over to the terminal in the corner of the room and loaded up "WinWord." She had used...it a few times at school, but the last fortnight had seen her improve her typing skills considerably as she typed several letters for her bosses.Margaret glanced over as the girl loaded the computer and took a sip of her drink, reaching into a drawer and passing a small envelope to her. "Wages," she told her with a smile. "Pay you every. "They were going to get married. We were going to have the perfect family. She was going to get another job and stay with us. She'd be able to stay home with us, I was so excited. But then one day I came home and all of her things were gone. My daddy was sitting at the table with a half empty bottle of liquor and the most awful look on his face. He tried to smile at me and he took me to Disney World for a week. But I knew there was something wrong. He looked ... he looked like someone had torn. Gentle, oh so gentle, my blood humming through my body. Not looking for romance, I think I had found the beginnings of one. Dazed with the possibilities, the water lapping soothingly against our bodies I broke this one. Not sure of my footing at all in the water or with Steve. He sent me a quizzical look. ‘Oh, Steve.’ I sighed. ‘I…eeeekkk!’ I floundered in the lake, as something brushed against my leg. ‘What was that?’ I said indignantly. ‘Probably a trout. The lake is stocked with them.’ . “And, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” I asked as I collected my usual kisses. “Oh God! Uncle Ben, have you forgotten we’re all s’posed to be going sailing with you, Mum and Dad dropped us off to help you get tidied away while they went and got supplies for the weekend” Sorrel reminded me. “Oh shit!!!, I'd forgotten all about that, this winch has been driving me nuts for the last couple of days and I’ve just got it back together, sorry girls.” “We’re still going though, aren’t we?”.