I call my husband ‘Bae? Are you home? Bae?’ There is no response. Maybe he is sl**ping. I went to our bedroom but he isn’t there. Then suddenly ...omeone grabs both of my arms and puts a bag over my head. I scream. He throws me with on my bed. And told me to stay quiet or he would hit me. I stopped screaming. I can hear men talking and laughing. If I have to guess it is 10 or more guys. They ripped a hole in the bag where my mouth is. They put me down on my knees. I was scared. They told me to. She never mentions you, but I know you are in her thoughts. It is the loving way she talks to Junior. Most of the time I never know who she is talking to--you or the baby. I know I am meddling and shouldn't be writing, but I feel so sad that Rodney Jr. doesn't have the love of a father. Love, Aunt SylvieI was angry at first, but then I remembered that this was Ginger's only relative. That made me think of my own aunt. I had really neglected her. I would visit her soon. Sometime this summer for. I was tired, but I still had another appointment this afternoon. Vostich had sent me a message and told me to come to him this afternoon just before supper.It was a real pain in the butt to live in a world that had demi-gods and Gods and Goddesses... but to have them in the family? They also had a thought process that seemed to be: drop what you're doing and get here, sooner than now.At least he was giving me time to finish whatever I was doing and clean up. Or maybe he just didn't need me. That morning when she had roughly pushed his hands away from her breast he had finally had enough and he had lost his cool because of it.How Charlie managed to get any work done that day was a mystery, but somehow he had managed to clear out his 'in' basket and at 5 p.m. he found himself wondering what to do. He'd said that he wouldn't be home after work and while he regretted saying it, and wished to hell he hadn't, he was not going to go home until late. He had no intention of finding another.