Since moving to the village a year ago, he had become a bit of a regular in Katie’s fantasies. She smiled a demure hello, which he returned, then sh... bent over to reach the milk from the shelf. As she intended her skirt had risen up. Was it obvious she wasn’t wearing any panties? Katie didn’t know, but either way she’d given him a pleasant view on a Sunday morning. She stood behind him at the checkout as he bought his Sunday Times. ‘We really must have you guys over for a drink’, the neighbour. The problem with James was that he was empty. Looking into his cold eyes, Kendall could see little more than hate inside of him. Looking back, James didn’t know what love was or how to express love. He was broken, perhaps more than Kendall, and together they didn’t have the strength to heal each other. Kendall tried hard to make it better, but their time together only made them both worse. Kendall’s pregnancy protected her for a time, but after Addison was born, there was nothing to protect. She didn’t say yes; she didn’t say no. She implied that it might be a possibility once the bird watching was over. I did get a peck on the cheek as she left and her hand stroked mine.“Wait and see, Derek. I have plans for the next week or so, including Earth Day. You never know what might happen.”On the eve of Earth Day I prepared myself for the ordeal of a night with Alfred. I had my music player and earphones. Even if he droned on all-night I might be able to blot him out.The RSPB were being. ..call blah blah...and have your way with her, huh?" N-No, please, Oh Master save me!" Who, that old bastard? Nah, he'll be sleeping in like always. Probably won't even answer the phone. Listen." He dials a number on a cellphone, and somewhere inside the house, the corresponding phone rings...And rings...And rings...And goes to voice mail."Hey old bastard! I found your slave girl, she's chained up in your back yard! Better come stop me!" There's a chirp as he hangs up, then the phone drops by.