“I never planned for this, you getting pregnant all happened by no intention from my side,” I said. “You have my fortune and the means to clear ...our sins. Please don’t do anything to me that you will later regret.”“There is one more reason,” Elenore told me as she pointed at her body. I looked closer and realized her torso was covered in hundreds of faint lines. I looked at the lines trying to understand what I was looking at when I suddenly realized the lines was actually scars.“What. It was steep and downright scary in a couple of places but we were over the ridge, lookin’ down at a little hanging valley, probably no more than three thousand acres. There was a big stream runnin’ right down the center and a few branches fed it along the way. It looked like it had never been touched by human hands.We found a likely place to camp, against a rock wall that had a little spring gushing out of it. There was also a cave that looked like it would be a decent place to shelter in with. However, instead of French words or phrases, Deborah saw a distant lightning storm. There was thunder, too, which reminded Deborah of a booming voice. Electric bolts streaked across a cloudy sky. Deborah tried to trace their trajectories, which were aimless and wild on an indigo backdrop. Then, the first of many bolts found its target in Deborah, sending tingles of delight to all the right places.Eventually, Deborah gave up trying to follow the bolts and just let her eyes unfocus to capture the. I jumped out of the way and he didn’t pursue me.I liked Uncle Evil. I really didn’t want to because he was a lecherous old man. He endeared himself to me, though. He didn’t have a submissive and yet he was sort of the master of ceremonies, master of arms, security guard, maintenance man and all-around comedian. He even played an old-timey mandolin.As he played, he explained it was a song Jethro Tull called “Aqualung.” I didn’t understand all of the words, but the way he sang the song, sounded.