Jane felt herself release control to the tears at the same time as the cell phone on the table beside her lit up and began to chime. She almost flippe... it open before she read the Caller ID – Momma. Jane heaved a sigh, hit the ‘Ignore’ button on the side and dropped it back onto the wooden table. The last thing she wanted to do right now was tell her parents that the boy they adored was actually a two-timing son of a bitch. More than that, though, was the dread that followed the idea of telling. "I hate you!" he screamed. "Why?"Deanna leered at him. "It sure sounded like you enjoyed it." She grinned. "Oh God! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, yes! Aaahhhh!" she said mockingly. "Oh, please! More! More! Yes!!!"Travis scowled, tears still flowing down his cheeks. His hair was mussed, his makeup was smeared, his clothes were rumpled and disheveled. "I hate you!" he snarled.Deanna grinned. "Well, maybe you'll think twice before running my bra up a flagpole, huh?" You got me. I could not stand to loose him, my world would crumble apart if something ever happened to John. There was still concern about his health in Holly and me. We ran upstairs to put on something a little more appropriate for the hospital. I pulled my gown over my head as I kicked my shoes off, grabbed a summer dress lying on the bed that I had on earlier and pulled it over my naked body, never thinking about what I would look like wearing it. It was one of my summer dresses that I wear around. She had found what looked like potatoes, turnips, wild onions, and a root that looked like a carrot but was purple. We also found a tree with a beehive in it. The tree had been struck with lightning and was split at a y. The bees had made a home in the large branch that was split from the rest of the tree. The branch was hanging down to the ground and we had easy access if we wanted to try for it. I said we would save it for later.We drove down to where the stream met the river and there was a.