Before I slept, I received sweet kisses from all three girls. Rhonda was smiling."So fun to watch," she sighed. "You love each other so much. It makes...me happy."I couldn't quite understand how it could. I was just glad she was with us.We didn't go overboard shopping, but Rhonda was thrilled with the fact that she had new jeans that fit her snugly and tops that were a few sizes smaller than what she'd been wearing. She wasn't as happy about fitting her boobs into a couple new bras. She still. The man looked straight ahead and refused to see the tear-strewn eyes pleading with him. The evening was quickly darkening now that she was away from the flames. Here, her ripped and shredded clothes provided no warmth against the cool evening air. Halting among an encampment of tents, the rider dismounted. It was with flaming cheeks and bloodshot eyes that she was finally lifted from the saddle. Her torn shirt rode up around her waist for a few humiliating seconds – something no nearby. " Oh, do not feel so. My Uncle was much impressed by the English men of letters whom he has met. They have influenced his own thoughts. And you are, Sir?"I stood and doffed my hat, "I am Jeremy Northam, Lord Northam, at your service." Marie Louise," she said, "And I believe I will accept your offer of service, Lord Northam."I bowed, "How may I be of service?" After lunch, perhaps you will escort me to my uncle's," she asked."Of course," I said."Will you join me until we leave?" Marie Louise. ”“I don’t want to be stuck to this bed when he comes.”“you will, now stop worrying and sleep.”Over the next 2 days I caught her trying to move on her own to the bathroom, Dad and mom were supposed to come today and Claire was anxious she put on a baggy shirt so that Robert wouldn’t notice her wound.Claire was kepping to her room avoiding any interaction with Martha or Robert.“Claire what’s that blood on your shirt?” I heard my step dad shouting in her room.“Nothing...” Claire said.Robert was.