Her eyes were glued to me, but not in her usual I’m better then you look. No. This look was leaning more towards curiousity. As if wanting to see wh...t movie I’d pick. After throwing on some jeans, a large t-shirt, and a blue jacket, I made sure that I looked decent enough to not be hit by Izzy before heading out to the living room where they were all waiting. Of course they all looked incredible, but for some reasons my eyes always came back to Ashley. Her hair was now straightened and draped. We’ll all have remotes or transponders for the gate down by the main road. If we’re having anybody up here other than the mailman who’ll stay on Circle Road, we’ll want to know about it so that we can warn everyone to dress and behave appropriately. We have a security firm looking into cameras and other alerting devices.“If some individuals or groups, say a church or something, wants to picket us, they’re welcome to do it, but by law they can’t block the access to our property and they must not. “What?!” I heard Amanda exclaim. “No way!”Andy turned to speak directly to her.“You might want to think about this for a moment, Mandy. The consequences of a refusal are significant. This is your best – your only chance to save your husband and your family. Besides, what’s it to you? I’m very discreet and as they say, ‘a slice off a cut loaf is never missed.’”“Don’t include me in your dirty little deals. I’m not a prostitute; you can’t buy me like a whore!!”“Mandy! You wrong me! I wouldn’t want. Definitely a first.Laura didn’t try to explain, in fact she never spoke, she just fitted in by my side, matched my pace and stride, and ran. Perfect. Ok, so we have already agreed my social skills suck but I’ve been running daily for years, not once have I had a conversation whilst doing so. It’s just not right, running time is “me” time. It’s when I think, or let my brain freewheel, or just enjoy the rhythm and the world around me.We didn’t race and I was not counting laps because I didn’t set.