I'm a bad, terrible, awful woman. Such a sinner, such a whore. I'm a Jezebel and I'm probably damned to a Devil's Hell, just as your father claims," M...m seemed very much ashamed."What is it, Mom?" I now insisted that she tell me."I'm ... gay, Jake. I'm a lesbian. I was never sexually attracted to your father, but I tried. I tried so hard, because he's a godly Christian man, and I thought ... I believed that if I had faith, God would give me a healthy, natural desire for my husband, and that. He sighed. He wished she wouldn't talk like that. A normal voice woulddo just fine."Like this?" She suddenly said, her voice sounded much more like anormal girl's would. He nearly leaped out of his skin in surprise."How did you know I was thinking that!?" He practically demanded."I can sense what you desire me to be," She said her gaze stillunmoving from where it rested upon the wall when she first got here, "Icannot read your mind, but I felt that you desired me to talknormally."James nodded.. "Oh shit. Sorry!" My cousin said. I saw him standing in front of the curtain staring at me through the frost plastic. Suddenly he dropped his shorts and pulled the curtain open. Before I could open my mouth to protest he had stepped into the shower with me."What the hell you doing?" I cried when my mouth finally decided to work."Well, I need a shower and since it was already running I decided I should come in. To save water and all." He picked up the body soap and began to lather himself up. He. I don't know what they put in that so-called whiskey, but I have a splitting headache, and only willow bark tea to help it with. We are the third to cross this morning and I have to lead the teams across the river while Elizabeth drives. Claire and Louise have already crossed on the horses and are waiting for us on the other side. I spoke to Elizabeth and Claire this morning but only to coordinate when we were crossing and who was responsible for what. By mutual but unspoken agreement, we have.