" Yeah, me, too. It's getting late. Let's go pick up Little..." No, I'll stay with you tonight, but Little Bundle is fine where she is until morning. ...oy and I will move into your house tomorrow after sunrise tai chi."I don't remember my dreams very often, or perhaps I only dream infrequently, but I woke up with a dream fresh in my mind. I'd spent the night in a cemetery, and the dream was attached to Jane Wilson, not Brent Carson. The cemetery was in New Orleans where Jane was buried in an. I didn't even answer his question with words. I simply wiped my tears away with my hand and knelt down in front of him, looking down at the floor as a show of respect as I had been taught all those years ago.I didn't see his face, but my action caused a huge smile, a smile of conquest, love, and desire all at once."Yes. That's my good girl," he said, smiling down at me. My submission had given him even more self-assurance. "Look at me pet," he said, confident as he lifted up my face with his. I had plans to buy a helicopter and some other items; but that was for later on, when (not if, but when) the business really took off.Money was a great lubricator. Also, since we were building 'out in the middle of nowhere', the county officials were happy to grant the minimum licenses we were required to have. The old house was taken down and hauled away.I kept the old barn, because I had a thing for old buildings; and it was a beauty. The house had been a different story. It was a wreck, and. Randi knew which girls liked him, which were "wierded out" by him, and which girls wanted to "try stuff". Randi chose the "try stuff" girls first!What a discovery sex was! Randi always gave them what they asked for - even if they never asked him to his face. He felt like a modern Santa Claus.In the two years that it took for Rachel to join Randi in high school, his separation from Rachel during the daytimes kept him from learning all about her growing pains, and by then, Rachel knew.