Tam watched how Belle turned on the lawnmower. She had no clue what to do. None, no idea. Nope. But there wasn't a chance in hell that she was going to tell Belle that. The way she figured it, it couldn't be too hard. Sort of like riding a tricycle, with whirling blades of death, right? She started the engine and then....lurched forward on a run away lawnmower.<br/><br/>"aaaaaaaaah......" she heard herself scream but she hung on for dear life. If the neighbors were watching, they were in for a treat.<br/><br/>She eased up on the pedal and the mower slowed and she looked back at the zigzag trail she hard scorched in the lawn and a very pale, if somewhat amused looking Belle.<br/><br/>'Hmpf, I can do this,' she thought and then with more or less skill, ok, less skill began to follow Belle's direction and started cutting the grass, the speed still a tad jerky at times, but it was OK. On the first pass past Belle, she grinned and shouted "You look like you could use a drink." and then, pleased as punch, drove on.<br/><br/>The job took longer than expected because she had to go over some missed spots, and she accidentally massacred a flower bed in the early stages of her riding experience. But then she parked the mower again in the shed, and only slightly bumped the door.<br/><br/>She locked the shed and hurried over to where Belle laid in the sun, with a drink, by the pool.<br/><br/>"I'm done!" she crowed.<br/><br/>And then her face fell. That meant time to go back...back to the place where she lived. Home? No, no one called the bridge home.<br/><br/>Time to stop playing 'house' with an older woman who despite casts looked altogether too sexy for her age.<br/><br/>Wait, what the fuck was that and why was she thinking that way....<br/><br/>She was her job. That's all.<br/><br/>Even though she was nicer than any person she had ever met before.