I awoke Saturday about ten in the morning. Ken was already up doing the house hold chores we couldn't get done during the week. I hopped out of bed, t...rew on some old sweats and headed out to help. "Good morning sleepy head." He smiled.I was in shock. "Good morning to you, too." I smiled back. My concerns grew as we worked on our backyard. Was he going let me down easy? Was he seeing someone else?We worked hard till about four in the afternoon. We had finally finished the yards, when I felt his. There was a plain, straight chair in front of the solid looking, wooden desk, a sturdy, wood rocking chair to the left of the desk and to the right, against the wall, was a futon. His cherry-picking platforms, the minister called then in his lewder moments since he'd plucked at least one cherry on each of the furniture items."That's all right, Eileen. That's why I'm here. How can I help you, my dear?" My, she was a pretty girl, the Reverend thought as he motioned her to sit in the straight. Hard to believe. Unfortunately, I was not attracted or impressed. It was kind of freaky so, I went back to my seclusion and surpressian. Then, the personals in seedy magazines and newspapers. I could never. Or, could I try and just leave if I felt it wasn't going to work for me. I did the yes/no for years until 1 day, the moment of truth. Someone I followed for quite some time. It happened. It was bliss. It was a dream. But, was I changing teams? We had a long talk and she told me she gets this. ‘Thank you, sir,’ he says opening the gate. ‘Hey, could you get somebody to get them jackasses back underground?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, sir, I’ll get right on it’ he says. I drive on for bout another 2 miles before going into the garage, I park the my truck, and James come by and picks me up in a transport. ‘What was all of them doing in up there?’ i yell at him. He sighs and says ‘They are trying to figure out the right mixture for the fuel, they’re doing it on models.’ That’s a great idea, testing.