“Raking hay and harrowing are mostly brainless. It relaxes me and give me time to think about things.” He let his mind wander as he thump-thumped ...cross the field. He wondered if Isolde was more than just a pretty face – did she read real books, or just romance trash? He had seen the corner of a paperback book poking out of the top of her backpack. “Backpack! Humph! What kind of woman has a fight and walks out in the middle of the night armed with a backpack, sleeping bag and tent? She must be. I sat in the bathroom, ashamed and not knowing what to do so I just headed back to my bedroom after taking a leak, pulled my underwear off and jerked myself off! I came everywhere just from thinking about Lisa seeing my dick and I fantasized about her for the next three days...LOL!The next week, she was back at our house cleaning again and I heard her in my bedroom and I went upstairs to see and I peeked around the corner and saw her looking at some used tissue next to my bed. They were still. Then I touched up my shoe box disguise. I added a little bit of mud to make it look more real.I could not hear much beside the soft ocean breeze, so I popped up to see if the coast was clear. Actually the coast was a few miles away, but you know what I mean. Not seeing anyone, I decided to sneak out of the reeds. I thought that it might be around lunch time, so I might see who was normally here during the day.There were no brown shirts in uniform, just a bunch of townies having a beer with. A colleague in our Phoenix satellite office took the placement order. I tried to call him before I called you. He's not working today."They said goodbye and hung up.A philanthropist, huh, she thought and pictured a doddering old man as she sat at her computer to e-mail her resume to Wingate.Phoenix! The Old West! The high desert. Mountains nearby. Wide open spaces. She glanced towards the heavens. "Waddaya think, Gabby?"She received no answer, but she knew what the old man would say. "Follow.