It sucked that his wife had left him just when things were looking up but he consoled himself with the fact that she did not take the boy with her whe... she left. It was not an easy life these days but he wanted to make it work and not just for his son's sake but his own. John had found the babysitter through the wife of a friend of his; her name was Tracy King an attractive blond just out of high school. Without thinking he agreed to have her babysit his son on a trial basis and so far. “Oh Fuck! I’m so horny right now,” Jo sighed. The silk sheets felt delicious on her sexually sensitive skin as Jo slipped into bed. 'That’s odd,' Jo thought, spotting the diary on the bedside table. “I could have sworn that I left this in the kitchen.”Unable to resist reading more of the sordid details of the vicar’s wife and her gardener lover Jo studied the pages of the diary.She read how the vicar’s wife would wait until her husband was out practising his sermons in the nearby churches. Well Christmas Day is next week I could have been dead or in prison had it not…’ ‘Baby, please. I’ve got the message. I appreciate you are so grateful but I have no wish to be reminded of my gesture hourly or even weekly. You probably think romantically I did it out of a sense of gallantry whereas I thought if I didn’t my mom would kick my ass.’ ‘That’s a lie.’ ‘Well how about I thought under that chest with two nice looking lumps would beat a lovely heart of a girl her mom would want home for. His hair was dark and very short and his eyes were brown. He had a very commanding way about him.Yes, he was different and I needed that. I needed to be away from this doomed relationship with my cousin. A relationship based on sex and danger. Jake did 'rescue' me.So, as we sat around on Christmas Eve sipping cocktails and getting caught up with things, I idly wondered if Robert would be there. Since his father died, we didn't see him or his family as often. His mother became very reclusive.But.