'Gawd, ' she thought. 'I sound just like the babysitter, giving my report when he gets home!'"Guys? Time to get washed up for dinner. It smells like y...ur mom's made a good one tonight!"'I wish he would have said that to me instead of to the kids!' she thought. 'But at least he said it loud enough for me to hear.' Unfortunately, Bonnie knew that saying it loud enough for her to hear was unintentional on his part. 'It's not really his fault. He just doesn't think of those things, ' she. I even roped Peter into it, letting him comment to Amelia how unproductive I was because of my worry for her. It was all to no avail.I wanted to hear Amelia laugh and giggle again. I wanted to see her running and playing with Rufus. I wanted the mischief back in her eyes. I wanted it so badly I ended up lying to her, something I’d never done.Occasionally, it’s the simplest things that crack the wall and make the difference in life.It was a late Saturday evening, almost two months after the. The thoughts started to raise my temperature. My blood boiled. ‘It’s not like that bitch even cared when I started pushing her away.’ She just went about with her everyday life like she didn’t even need me. I didn’t like the feeling I was used to her needing me, because I needed her. Flashes of her smiling face went through my mind. When we first met in college the way she looked at me turned me inside out. The way I felt with her was so different from any other girl. I’ll admit I was cocky at. The silence was terrible. After a moment or two, Jane, raised her eyes and peeked through her downcast brows at her mistress,"You traitorous whore!" Samantha hissed and aimed a blow at Jane that would have taken her head off had I not caught her wrist in my hand"Now wait a minute!", I protested. "You said ... UMPHHH!" My sentence was cut short because Samantha's knee came up between my legs seeing to it that I would remain speechless for the next several minutes. The last thing I heard before.