I began to worry what she might have done. We were on the third floor. Did she jump from the bedroom window? It was pavement below and she'd have cert...inly hurt herself, or worse. In the meantime, the former boyfriend was exhibiting irrational behaviour and went stomping through the apartment looking for her.I was getting very frightened. Frightened that Rita would be taken against her will, or worse, harmed by this drunken thug. Trying to intervene physically would only get me beaten to a pulp. She was single at thirty two years of age, her sometimes boyfriend, Bill Allen, was a sales representative for a large pharmaceutical company. He was gone at least four days a week, but that was fine with Sandra; she was not really in love with him but just waiting until someone better came along. The problem was no one was really out there to come along. Between her long hours on the job and the dull routine of her life she never met anyone. She was pretty; her dark hair and blue eyes. I was down to my briefs and we both sat on the edge of the bed. She lay back and I began kissing her, her feet dangling over the side of the bed. These were passionate loving kisses. I realized my heart had opened up its little compartment and let my feeling for Tina out. I knew I was in love. I moved down to her breasts and kissed and massaged them. They sure were nice and firm for a woman of forty-three. After sucking on her breasts I got off the bed, got between her legs and pushed by mouth. In a dry year, both gone.”“So I’d best drill?”“Drill twice. One for house. One for stock.”“Sounds good. Stephen, can you and Joshua lay out two paddocks? About 1500 steps on a side for the big one. Put in marker stakes.”“Sure.”“I’m going into town. Find out about wire, staples, and well-driller. I’ll be back tomorrow. Do you need dosh?”“No dosh,” said Amos. “Ten pounds flour; five pounds sugar.”“It’s a deal.”Back in Mitchell, Richard asked the clerk at the hardware store about a driller and was.