"Please bring towel, silk blouse not tearresistant. Kiss, Kiss, Kiss."Her heart went out to Fi as she made her way into town. If ever a girldeserved a...baby and would make a good Mum it was Fi but for the timebeing that didn't appear likely to happen. She thought of all possiblepermutations for her to get her baby such as the milkman, IVF,adoption tieing Richard up and raping him and even kidnapping but noneseemed in the least way possible. With no solution to offer all shecould do was to be. A game. A dance.Finally I asked his name. "Lucus Von Irving" was his response. That seemed to open me up more and between sword thrusts, he would ask questions of me. Then he made an offer. Something that was strange. Sounded odd to me. Offers of a sire that would never betray me. A sire who would be strong enough and man enough to treat me like the woman I need to be treated. Things that made me roll my eyes and leave him standing there. I think he liked the way I would just walk off away from. Most weekend mornings they had woken up much earlier than their sons, allowing for frequent early morning romps in the sack.She snuck out of the bedroom and went downstairs. First stop was the basement, where the washer and dryer were located. She rummaged through the clean clothes for something to wear, something that would send the proper message to her sons. She settled on a tank top and a denim skirt. The robe got tossed in the pile of dirty laundry. Barefoot, she went back upstairs.Jessica. Did he hurt you?" No," she said, emphatically, shaking her head. "He killed your cop."Gabe heard the sound of hysteria in her voice. "It's okay, Kaylee. You're fine now. You and Tina and Michelle, you're all fine now."He rocked her in his arms, watching as the paramedics came down. Tina was taken up first, her throat swollen and bruised from David's fingers, her body raw and black and blue from his beatings and rapes. She would live, and grieve for her own lost love.Michelle shied away from.