Next day with my accounting books, the same I use to manage my investments, I headed for the well-known road to my grandparents' ranch. Now all my yea...s of keeping account and study to control my investments would bear fruit; not money, of that I have enough, now they would serve to get me my mother, or so I hoped.The road to the ranch ran through a dense forest, quiet and in communion with nature; I made the thirty or so miles to the ranch house in less than an hour; at the end of the road,. . I'm Tim, Timothy Duncan. Engineer." Oh, I'm Kim. Kimberly Elkins. I live in "D". High school student." Pleased to meet you." It was Friday. School day, so I had to ask. "You're not in school today?" On Fridays I send my clone..." I deserved that," I laughed."Yeah," she smiled. "For that "haulin' stuff in the wrong direction" comment. I'm skippin' today. Just Friday tests." Oh, and you don't think you need to take them?" My teachers think I don't need to take them," she said."There's a story. And may I aid such a lovely lady become fully well?" He asked, trying hard to stay focused on the maid's hazel eyes and not her other charms, despite his urgent desire to see them all."Well, sir," she said, a small smile at the use of word and a giggle, "I am hale and hearty, but lacking, in need of something substantial, yet unable to find it." Hale and hearty she is," he thought, looking at her jacket, tented slightly by her erect nipples. "I could give her something substantial." He tried to. There was just the toilet and no whereto wash your hands. All of them did not have toilet paper so I wentdown around the last porta potty and about 40 feet back was a largegreen port john with white vents on the top and rear of the largeplastic container. I ran quickly and open the door. The handle wasbroken and it did not allow me to lock the door as it swung shutbehind me.I quickly looked around and saw there was a sink to wash my hands.One large toilet with handles on either side of the lid..