I picked up that the “pack up and move” discussion wasn’t one either wanted to have right now, and let them make their way back to Helen’s pro...lem.“Thanks, but I’ll grab my own. I have more faith that MY dainty little lady-hands are up to the job than yours?”“Yeah. She asked if you’d leave it as a voice mail before you go. And speaking of going, what’re we going to do about this?”“And why,” I asked. “Does it involve us dressing like we’re bored with our suburban lives and are going out. But now was different. Now I had to stand up to him, shout and scream inhis face. Let him know he could not hold me back. That he hadn't beatenme. I might be able to step out, but without confronting him he wouldalways haunt me. It was a ghost I needed to rid my mind of and the onlyway to do that was to see him. Show him I had survived."Hi Sweetie," Andi said. "How are you holding up? Do you need anything?"I heard a squeal in the background. Then a whisper: "Shut up, bitch.This is the one. . That's why he is here.”The meal and the evening passed pleasantly we finished it with the passing of the pipe.I couldn't believe it but this band of soldiers actually did what I told them and we rode out the next morning without incident. Two days later we saw the smoke, I warned them this was not a signal smoke. We alertly rode in the direction of the smoke. Three hours later we crossed a wagon trail. We followed it to the source of the smoke, a wagon.A wagon which had so many arrows. "I don't mind, you know... I always had a crush on you." She said, and looked down at the black knickers in his hand. "Are they Sarah's?"Simon nodded and Emily pulled a sad face: "Don't you ever use mine?" She asked, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout."Of course!" Simon said, and opened the carrier bag, retrieving a pair of pink and white striped cotton briefs. "These are yours! I use them all the time, look they're covered in my jizz!" Emily looked like she was going to crack and start kicking.