The portable tape player was too loud now. All the neighbors were in bed. She stooped and turned down the volume, balancing a tray with four fresh dri...ks carefully on her tanned thighs. The eight-foot-high concrete fence around the back yard kept out prying eyes from the Leatherman patio, but the sound of sweet music from back in the big band days could antagonize their new neighbors. She didn't want that. The high fence had set tongues to wagging and acted as a barrier down here in the South.. He was appalled with himself for watching her, but he just hadn't been able to bring himself to turn away. The part that worried him the most was how much it had turned him on. Why does my own daughter turn me on? he asked himself. He decided it would be best to just forget about the whole incident and try not to think about it anymore. He served the spaghetti, and tried to talk to Kelly about anything but what he'd seen. He definitely didn't want her to know he'd seen her! They mostly sat in. ’ the ‘don’t tell anyone’ didn’t have to be tacked on to the end of that sentence. Tyler nodded his head. ‘I don’t think anyone knew besides the doctor and the nurses. I had been….i had been pregnant when he beat me.’ Nyla whispered in a voice so disturbed and haunted Tyler couldn’t help but take in a shocked breath. ‘I know it takes my breath away too. If I would have just left him before or been able to fight back I would be a mother. I killed my child how fucked up is that?’ Nyla said with. "Is this still the major make-out point that I remember it to be?" Christine abruptly turned and asked as the two cars faded in the distance. "Er...yes." Scott answered, taken of guard by the question.If they'd been passing by twenty-four hours from now, those two cars would be multiplied a dozen fold."It's nice to see that some things don't change." Christine mused. "There's something to be said for tradition after all."Scott just agreed with a noncommittal response."Have you ever brought a.