It being the middle of summer, he wore nothing but underweareither, a pair of tight white boxer briefs with a colorful waistband. Owenwas a personal t...ainer, so his body was even bigger than my brother's,every muscle perfectly defined. Plus he had a VERY handsome face, one thatto this day never failed to make my mother blush."Here, let's get the stuff out of the car," Taylor said, as he and Owengrabbed two pairs of shorts (hardly any bigger than their underwear) andwalked down the stairs. Those further down the Pass stared in shock and horror at what was happening to their colleagues up ahead. They began to stream back down the Pass, determined to get out of reach of whatever devils had been conjured up. The searing heat was too much for the men under the flames and they stood to run backwards too, mindless of the risk that crossbows could present in their terror and urgency to escape.Scott's men on the heights and on the ramparts stood and cheered, waving their own flags now at. She probably thought of Cathy and me as bastard children, too, but I never met her.Cathy’s and my reactions were different from Mom’s. I think we felt betrayed, too, but on more than one occasion I thought that, under other circumstances, my father might have made a good Taliban. His political beliefs were rabid. He felt like women were inferior creatures and should be controlled by a man. He certainly acted like he owned Mom and Cathy. The fact that he based this on the Bible rather than the. “Or course you can Princess” I replied, reverting to the name I’d called her throughout her childhood. I was about to continue when she interrupted“Uh, dad, can we pull over? I think I’m going to—” she croaked. Say no more! I quickly signaled and pulled over just in time for her to hang her head out the door and lose her dinner. And it sounded like lunch and breakfast too. I hadn’t heard anyone that sick since my college days. She slowly straightened herself and looked over at me. “I’m okay.