As it turned out, the new family had a thing for J’s. The next morning, while we were eating breakfast in the clubhouse (I wondered wickedly what Su...an was having for breakfast), we met them at last.John and Jessica Jordan entered the clubhouse and began making the rounds, introducing themselves. Erin and I met Jenny, Jill, Jackie, and John Junior—sixteen, thirteen, ten, and nine, respectively. John Jordan was an average looking guy, but his wife could’ve been a model.Jessica was a little. Still, it started off as a pretty terrible Thursday for me. Vance was on the road for work, which made mornings a bit more hectic. I’d gotten caught by the train taking my son to school, so he was late. When I got home I had a mess of laundry to do and the dog had made a mess on the carpet. Around lunch time, I realized I had no food in the house. I decided to go to the grocery store to get something for dinner. I just threw on some sweats, pulled my hair back, and didn’t even bother with any. Now that was odd behavior, I was obviously missing something here. I got some tools out and started work on the handcuffs. "I'll have you out in a minute, don't you worry."Trixie nodded, but remained silent. I hate silences and had to say something to fill it. "So, how did you get in this situation?"She was silent for a few seconds and then said, "she was just showing me how they worked." She spoke in a very quiet voice, that was surprisingly deep and husky.I decided to drop the subject, she. ” She nodded. I sent ‘em down a hidden dirt path that none but me an' my sisters knowed about. It eventually led to the cabin. I set up my ambush for the two galoots.The stones I had layin’ ‘round wuz good for small game but they wuzn’t gonna kill no full growed man. I had to hurt ‘em bad with my first two shots, one for each of ‘em ‘cause I wuzn’t gonna git no second chance if I missed. Them two men came ridin’ up a few minutes later.“The nigger gals got away,” said one. “Don’t you know how to.