Bill and his wife Millie were your typical small town residents. Bill had a job with the County Highway Department and she was a school teacher. They ...ent to church every Sunday. They were trying to start a family but Millie had trouble carrying the fetus. It seems that every time she conceived the baby would abort at between two and four months. Millie was becoming more and more depressed. She started joining all sorts of women's support groups. She was rarely around anymore to spend any. .. I didn’t mean that seriously...”“I do, though. Well, wives, at least. I think ... it’s just the kind of person I am. I want to leave my heart open for other people who want to belong there, I guess.”“And you want one of those people to be me.”It was a statement, not a question.“Yes, I do. You’re more than my beloved sister ... you’re my sworn protector. You’ve fought so hard for our dream, and you’ve put your life on the line for me so often, and you’ve never given up hope. You’ve always. "Eeeek! Wolfman!" she squeals. "Bad doggie" she giggles as she turns to feed him a marshmallow. "Oh, it's YOU." she says in mock disappointment. "Well, I guess I'll just have to make the best of it."She turns enough to be able to face him. "My, Mister Wolfman, what great big eyes you have." she says in her best little-girl Red Riding Hood voice."All the better to see you with." he replies, wiggling his eyebrows."And my, what a big tongue you have." she prompts as she sticks out her own. I sent out an email of my own, encouraging ALL employees to consider the opportunity to vie for one of the spots.-o0o-Wouldn't you know it? A grand total of exactly four girls applied, including Theresa Jacobsen. The other three were applying to subdivisions, and were therefore the concern of my subordinates, but since Theresa was applying to intern with my personal assistant, I had to interview her myself. I held out some hope that I would find an excuse to deselect her from the program. Upon.