With finances getting tighter by the month there was no way I could afford to retake the class, and I was having to sober up to the reality that if I ...ouldn’t somehow turn things around I might as well just leave school and head back home. Wal*Mart was still hiring after all.The following morning my roommate Tia brings her friend Steffi by. Steffi was someone who could help in a way, she actually worked as a Teachers’ Assistant for Doctor Lambeau. Being the small private school that we were,. They knocked on the door of Judy's office, the secretarial staff havingfinished for the day an hour ago. Judy called them in and they entered,Ruth in front, Melanie just behind and Francesca lagging a little wayback intimidated a little by the surroundings and her Aunt Judy's nononsense reputation. Francesca loved her dearly and was fully aware thatthe sentiment was reciprocated but this was new territory for both andshe recognised how much depended upon her support.Judy welcomed them in but. After the first year, he had had enough of rich guests rushing in, expecting to see lions, elephants and rhinos in the first afternoon and then getting obnoxiously drunk that night. It was with this attitude that he drove towards the landing strip and he made a mental note not to lose his temper when the guests start complaining about the heat. This group was apparently special as they were about to invest in the new plans for the farm. This was important to Richard as it meant an additional. "Yeah?" The balding man peered at the trim twenty-eight year old German. "Are you selling something? Bibles, perhaps? Not here, man." The door was about to close when Hans, holding back his desire to gag at the smell of stale beer, spoke.?"You are Cyrus Thibodeau, I believe? I am Hans, your new Master. You may call me Master Hans." Hans's nose wrinkled, but he soldiered on. "Step back from the door and let me in, young man. We have much work to do."?"Huh? I don't think so." Cyrus Thibodeau.