She looked over at me, then she went bright red as he said, "How about it?"She came over to me and told me to wait at the bar for her, she just had a ...usiness matter to see to. I was drunk and happy, so I just nodded without asking any more, and anyway, what could I do, cause a fuss with those big club guys? No, I don't think so.I was very disturbed when a bloke near me whispered to his mate, "They've asked for her arse!" Fucking hell! That one everyone fancies, that little corker of a looker?. His wife was giving him a headache for working away from home, he couldn't win, he enjoyed working on the grader and was an experienced operator; to take work nearer home would mean doing menial labouring, something at his age would be hard. Grader driver jobs weren't two a penny so he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.I had called Sister Maria to let her know that I would be visiting the orphanage so when Fred dropped me off she was waiting to receive me, much to my surprise, was this. Her father, a prominent stag in the community and the chairman of the forest council, meant well. Although he was rarely at home to spend time with his daughter (a forest doesn't manage itself, after all), he did his best to provide his only offspring with only the best. Bambi went to the most exclusive schools, wore the most fashionable spring pelts and winter furs, was given anything she asked for.But such a life was not what Bambi desired. Tired of her sheltered and privileged life, she. Could you keep an eye on the place? Won't be long. Fern's here but she's still asleep. I've left her a note on the kitchen table. Thanks mate.” I had to laugh. Typical. Must be important to get him to rush off like that. Oh well, I had nothing better to do this weekend. I popped over to their house and added to the note Tom had left, that if Fern wanted she could come over and I would make her some breakfast. I then went up the short hall to check on her and peaked into her room. She was.