I just plain liked having her around.So I was totally shocked at the pictures. My hands were actually shaking. As much as I knew I shouldn't be lookin... at the obviously private photos, the voyeur in me forced me to go through them, one by one. They were dirty, and exciting, and I had absolutely no right to be looking at them. It was an intoxicating combination. I must have spent close to an hour going through them.The thought of Joanne being dominated by this couple was making me horny. I had. It's YOU." Unhappy female voice that I recognized. The ex."Yes ma'am," I said. "Hi, Mizz Karen." Hello, Kimberly. I suppose your marriage is still supposed to happen this weekend?"Naturally we'd told Tim's daughter Vicki (short for her proper name, 'Victoria', from the ex's grandmother) about the marriage and that we expected to have her staying with us for the Christmas holidays.Vicki and I didn't exactly hit it off like long-lost relatives at first, but since the first telephone meeting, we'd. He excused himself to go check on Abbey and headedup the stairs. As he got closer, the noise became all the louder: a lowgroan that came and went every few seconds. Entering the bedroom, itbecame totally clear. Abbey was groaning in the shower."Abbey?" Jake called. He headed to the bathroom and knocked on the door.Another groan was all that answered him. "Abbey, are you okay?" There wasno answer this time and Jake pushed through the door.What the hell?Abbey was sitting on the floor of the. She took her dirty hand in her own, and, looking at her close saw that she was crying. "What is it, Elizabeth? What's happened here?" Ruth! Oh, Ruth!" Elizabeth cried."Yes, it is I. Hasn't Gretchen been taking care of you? Where is she anyway?" Ruth demanded."Hilde wouldn't let her," Elizabeth said softly and then slowly turned her eyes back to the ceiling.Ruth would have none of that. She was surprised that she had spoken, but since she had Ruth had no intention of letting her slip back into.