It seemed like the right thing to do. The task wasn’t difficult, just a little secretarial work. It wasn’t til later that she realized the real nature of what he wanted . . . later, when she had blood on her hands.

. . . and so the story goes. Let your imagination run. What crime might have resulted in blood on the secretary’s hands? What messy, cruel act had sucked her in? Was it the promise of money, the lure of adventure or was it lust?

Late the night before when he said, “we need a secretary tomorrow,” she had thought little of it. Although she had other plans, she cared for the man and agreed to help him. It seemed so easy. It wasn’t until later than she learned the whole of the request.

O.K., enough drama for one blog . . . although I thought I would work at the design table yesterday, I was drafted to be the secretary while the men vaccinated, tagged and sampled our 137 heifers. How hard could this be? I would sit at a table outside at the lease pasture and keep tabs on the work. I didn’t know that I would get to be the blood card holder who gets to place the sample collection card under the tail of each animal who has just be needle punctured and is dripping blood. This wasn’t really very difficult, but it was REALLY messy. And so . . . this secretary had blood on her hands.

With blood on her hands, the secretary left the scene hoping that no one would see her. Yet, even after washing away the evidence, she knew what she had done.