What's stopping you?" Well, Brooke..." Jack began, ignoring his wife's sarcasm, "I don't know if this will sound crazier than anything else that has h...ppened today, but..." Jack paused and looked at Emily, who smiled at him. "We both wanted to wait until you were here. That is, if you want to be here to, you know ... to watch."Jack's words caught Brooke totally off guard. She looked back and forth from her husband to her daughter. She even looked at Ronni before speaking."What? Are you. All I could think was Karla andLauren down there laughing and making fun of me, having a chuckle at myexpense. Karla didn't think much of me as it was and I had battled hardto get her to take me seriously as Laurens partner. What the hell wouldshe think of me now!I went to bed early, fuck them they could get their own dinner.It was much later when Lauren dragged herself up to bed. She stripped offand snuggled in behind me. "Hey lover what's the matter? Why didn't youcome back down and join in. The eighth plot was split between some local variations of wheat and sweet corn.The farm crew wanted to plant rice, but the valley was not partially suited for its growth unless they created paddies for them. It was easier to leave it as one of the main products still grown on the ship. The farm crew also had smaller plots of onions, potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots and beans and a ten-acre plot of Lucerne for the animals.Other members of the horticultural team helped plant the orchard. It. Two of the girls had the same hair color as their father, ash blonde, except Alicia, who had her mother's Irish red hair, naturally curled and hanging to her shoulders. They were having pasta and onions, with hardly any meat, and some day old bread that Dad had scored in a bread line, when there was a knock at the door.Amy, the youngest of three daughters, at thirteen and 4'9" with her dad's ash blonde hair, got up to answer the door. What met her was two tall, very well dressed, black men. "Is.