Jim asked me if I minded him talking some more about it. We carried on looking at the figures and Jim asked if I was aware that I sometimes teased. Wa... it deliberate? it could be distracting to the guys and I might get attention I didn't really want. I flustered a little and told him from what they had been saying it was not a problem. I asked him if he was distracted and with that I felt him slide his hand down my calf. I gave a little hmmmm giving him encouragement and with that he gently. Did he do something that led her to believe that he couldn't be trusted? Was this his fault? Was he being paranoid about the whole situation? What was she doing here if her aunt had died? Should he confront her?The last question was the hardest. He just could not bring himself to ask her about it because he really didn't want to know the answer. Terry never mentioned to Jessica that he had been to Reading or to the rest home.Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. Terry had to get something out. Brown, was boring enough to put someone in a coma. He spoke in a complete monotone. I could imagine him as a robot, his mouth as a metal slot, the words coming out of his maw in index card size with computer codes, like those old computers from the 50's.I bit my lip to keep myself from giggling. It was easy to see that he had intoned his introduction over the course of many years, possibly decades. I tried to tune out the formless droning, my eyes following a little fly that had landed on my. "Wal, I've got the foreman and eight guys plus a cook that all work full time. The cook also does repairs around the yard and buildings, fixin' gates and stuff like that. During the summer, I take on three, four more men, whatever I can find. There's two guys, Packrat and KC that'll probably go with Klein."One thing I want to change. I've come to think the foreman shouldn't live and eat with the men. I want you to stay in the house; there's a room I bin storin' stuff in that you can use. It's.