washed “thousands” of dishes—Ashley’s words—and talked about how they had to mop the floor twice.
Last to go was Kiki and Courtnee whose job it was to feed the various animals around the farm. They gushed on and on for about twenty minutes about how cute all the animals were. They made it sound like they were angels who were feeding starving animals. Sam noticed they didn’t talk much about feeding the pigs. Sam had seen pigs being fed before, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
Finally, they’d all told their stories and everyone got to know a bit about what each of the jobs entailed. They were tired and smelly and definitely ready to go inside and have a good meal, a shower, and hopefully visit more with Al. Robert and Eddie, as usual, had other plans for them.
“Now that you’ve all finished your chores today you can go and find a place to sleep in the bunkhouse.” He pointed behind them toward the barn where off to the side there was a long rectangle shaped building. “There you will find your cots for the night as well as the kitchen where you’ll need to fix your own food for the night. I wouldn’t stay up too late, tomorrow will come soon enough.”
Many of the women were flabbergasted. They weren’t going to be allowed to sleep in the house tonight? What was this? How would Al get to know them and how would they get to know him better if they were stuck in the bunkhouse with each other? As it usually happens when women get together in tight spaces for too long of a time, they were starting to grate on each other’s nerves. Cliques were definitely forming. It was as if the battle lines had been drawn. They were like wild dogs circling their prey—which was Al. If they didn’t get first “crack” at him, then they’d fight for what they believed was “theirs.”
Sam was tired of the “game” already. It wasn’t the work she was doing, it was the fact that she was expected to be just as eager to discuss Al at all times and that she was expected to fight for him and to do anything to “get” him. It just wasn’t her style at all. She figured if a guy was going to like her, he was going to like her as she was. She shouldn’t have to fight for a guy. She believed if a guy was having a hard time choosing between her and another woman, then he could have the other woman.
She wanted a man who would walk into a room and the first thing he’d do would be to seek her out. Who’d walk into a room and have eyes only for her. She wanted a man who she wouldn’t have to worry about where he was, if he came home from work late and who he was with. Trust. She wanted complete trust in a partner. She knew she wasn’t as pretty as the women she was surrounded by. She also knew that most likely she wouldn’t make it past the next few eliminations. She had high self-esteem, but it was being battered a bit constantly being around the models as she was.
Sam followed the other women to the bunkhouse where their suitcases had been dropped off earlier in the day. There were seven bunk beds set up around the small room, with a small bathroom and a kitchen. Missy immediately tried to take charge.
“Who’s going to cook? It looks like we have food here,” she said, looking at the other women expectantly. “Although it looks like we only have the fixings for pasta…anyone want that?” Of course, most of the women were horrified at the thought of eating all those carbs and ruining their diets. Sam was hungry. She’d spent most of the day working hard, she loved pasta, and she figured that if she was going to eat she’d better volunteer to cook. So she started getting out pots and ingredients to make the meal.
Chapter Twelve
“So what did you think of them?” Alex asked his Aunt Nancy. Nancy and her husband owned Choxie Station. Nancy had married an Australian and raised her children, Alex’s cousins, there on the station. They were now all gone, the kids moved away and her husband
Last to go was Kiki and Courtnee whose job it was to feed the various animals around the farm. They gushed on and on for about twenty minutes about how cute all the animals were. They made it sound like they were angels who were feeding starving animals. Sam noticed they didn’t talk much about feeding the pigs. Sam had seen pigs being fed before, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
Finally, they’d all told their stories and everyone got to know a bit about what each of the jobs entailed. They were tired and smelly and definitely ready to go inside and have a good meal, a shower, and hopefully visit more with Al. Robert and Eddie, as usual, had other plans for them.
“Now that you’ve all finished your chores today you can go and find a place to sleep in the bunkhouse.” He pointed behind them toward the barn where off to the side there was a long rectangle shaped building. “There you will find your cots for the night as well as the kitchen where you’ll need to fix your own food for the night. I wouldn’t stay up too late, tomorrow will come soon enough.”
Many of the women were flabbergasted. They weren’t going to be allowed to sleep in the house tonight? What was this? How would Al get to know them and how would they get to know him better if they were stuck in the bunkhouse with each other? As it usually happens when women get together in tight spaces for too long of a time, they were starting to grate on each other’s nerves. Cliques were definitely forming. It was as if the battle lines had been drawn. They were like wild dogs circling their prey—which was Al. If they didn’t get first “crack” at him, then they’d fight for what they believed was “theirs.”
Sam was tired of the “game” already. It wasn’t the work she was doing, it was the fact that she was expected to be just as eager to discuss Al at all times and that she was expected to fight for him and to do anything to “get” him. It just wasn’t her style at all. She figured if a guy was going to like her, he was going to like her as she was. She shouldn’t have to fight for a guy. She believed if a guy was having a hard time choosing between her and another woman, then he could have the other woman.
She wanted a man who would walk into a room and the first thing he’d do would be to seek her out. Who’d walk into a room and have eyes only for her. She wanted a man who she wouldn’t have to worry about where he was, if he came home from work late and who he was with. Trust. She wanted complete trust in a partner. She knew she wasn’t as pretty as the women she was surrounded by. She also knew that most likely she wouldn’t make it past the next few eliminations. She had high self-esteem, but it was being battered a bit constantly being around the models as she was.
Sam followed the other women to the bunkhouse where their suitcases had been dropped off earlier in the day. There were seven bunk beds set up around the small room, with a small bathroom and a kitchen. Missy immediately tried to take charge.
“Who’s going to cook? It looks like we have food here,” she said, looking at the other women expectantly. “Although it looks like we only have the fixings for pasta…anyone want that?” Of course, most of the women were horrified at the thought of eating all those carbs and ruining their diets. Sam was hungry. She’d spent most of the day working hard, she loved pasta, and she figured that if she was going to eat she’d better volunteer to cook. So she started getting out pots and ingredients to make the meal.
Chapter Twelve
“So what did you think of them?” Alex asked his Aunt Nancy. Nancy and her husband owned Choxie Station. Nancy had married an Australian and raised her children, Alex’s cousins, there on the station. They were now all gone, the kids moved away and her husband
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