As I walked in I noticed a very sheepish looking June almost hiding in the corner. ‘I thought I had made it clear, that you were to leave this house...’ Sheila jumped up and said ‘Paul! You have to talk to June I know she did a silly — — –.’ But I’m afraid I wasn’t listening, I had already turned and walked out of the room. Sheila followed me. ‘Where are you going we need to sort this out?’ ‘Its sorted Sheila, June sorted everything, my whole life, last night. All I need now is for her to get the. I've heard all about you. Come on to the back and let's get started."As I wiggle to the back one foot in front of the other, (hours of training in walking as a female in heels have reduced me to a wiggle) Dana tells me my outfit is cute. She walks me into a small room with a table and informs me that I'm going to get a brow wax. I lie down, she tells me to close my eyes and I'm stuck, I'm at this young girl's mercy as to what my look will be.When she finishes and tells me to look in the mirror,. The single name she screamed out became audible. ‘Amanda, Amanda, run baby—oh God please make her run!’ She screamed in hopeless desperation. It was at that instant that the horrible event which would occur in seconds became terrifyingly personal. The woman came into focus and he put her plaintive cries together with his visual recognition. He recognized the woman—it was his sweet wife, Jenna. The young girl who was about to have her precious life torn from her—from them—was his Amanda, his. Retrieving my horse from the hotel stable, I rode down to see John Gillespie about the four wells I was thinking about drilling.“Paul McAllister, I was hoping I’d see you sometime in the next couple of months. Need more wells drilled up at your place?” he asked hopefully.“To talk about it, at least,” I replied with a grin. “How have you been, John?”“Good, Paul, real good. How about you?”“Keeping busy, as usual,” I replied, completing the standard exchange of greetings before changing topics..