.. I guess this sense of innocence but at the same time, she would jump right in when it came time for branding and castrating calves. This juxtaposit...on of shy loveliness and earthy rancher totally enchanted me. I was afraid I was more in love than not... and more afraid of her than not!Once on a hot July evening we were out on the patio having a somewhat aimless, even lazy, conversation about some of my research projects. We were all tired from a long day riding in the hills behind the ranch. ."Present – Masha – In prison at the cabin.I need to deflect my husband's rage so I change to another subject, "I was informed that Stacy Summers is in charge of the recovery operation in the tunnels."Jack spurts, "What the hell! Who brought her ass into this mess?"I answer, "I am not certain but apparently she has the required equipment on its way. Were you successful with the ventilation duct?"Jack sighed, "Fuck no! When the machinegun blew up it completely closed off the shaft."We watched as. Heconsoled it and hugged it. I could hear him say that things would bebetter. It was cute as he rocked the doll back and forth in his arms.In the meantime, I looked up at the sister. She was looking at herbrother in disgust.This house needed me more. I could not put my fingers on why they did,but deep down I knew I was needed here. I lifted my worn out suitcaseand walked to the front door and rang. It was the girl that answered thedoor..."What is your name?" I asked."Fiona," she said. "Mum. Lesson learned. I shook my head. "Sorry ladies, I'm terrible with names," I apologized. Which, hand on heart, was true enough.Across from me, Sexpot Suzie piped up. "Maybe you should give us all a number. I hear you're real good with numbers," she said, staring at me as she chewed on her buttered toast. Beside her, takes it up the pooper Diane raised her eyebrows in amusement.Ha Ha. Funny. True. But funny. I took a sip of my coffee noticing that individual conversations between various girls.