Mom keeps them to sell the babies and to butcher the younger ones, when the meat is tender.My job is to feed the cows, horses and goats. Johns job to ...eed his pigs and the chickens, he’s a bit of a lazy slob, so Mom and Dad didn’t give him much to do in the morning, I meanwhile want to hurry up and get my chores through with so I can get back to bed. No need to water the critters since they all have automated water units.First thing are the cows, they’ll started screaming bloody murder if their. As I entered the home via the garage, it appeared there was nobody home. I yelled out to anyone upstairs, but I got no reaction. Maybe Charlotte was visiting her friends, or perhaps she was off on one of her shopping sprees. Who knows where the kids might be. Figuring I was all alone, I went into the kitchen and thought about how I might spend this unforeseen free afternoon. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and emptied it in one large swig. The fresh, ice-cold beer was just what I. Whatever her emotions were, she was not showing them on her lovely face. And then I saw, wearing a SWAT uniform and black baseball cap, her platinum blonde hair tied up under the cap, one Detective Cindy Ross. A bolt-action hunting rifle was held to her back by the sling on her shoulder, as if she’d walked out of the field after a day of deer hunting. I made a mental note to reprimand the living hell out of her for being here when she was supposed to be resting and recovering from her ordeal. Without any comment they started to follow me from the room."Maybe... yes, bring all our clothes, it's cold outdoors."We sallied from the room quite naked, stared at by passing out-patients, visitors and the hospital staff. I waved to each person who looked as though their curiosity might become more officious and they passed us without further comment, if they had said anything at all. We made our way to the lobby, where I told the girls to dress as I got my own clothing on."Where are your.