"Yes, I know," answered Cindy. "Well, just relax and I will take care of those knots," said Josh. He massaged her shoulders for several minutes until ...he knots had disappeared.Cindy found herself becoming aroused by the feel of masculine hands on her body. "Stop it," she told herself. It's just a massage."Is it warm enough in here?" asked Josh. "Oh yes," answered Cindy. "A little too warm," she thought to herself as she felt her face flush.Josh took the sheet and pulled it down until it was. We came to Charleville and the road improved. "Let's eat, I'm hungry," I said. "We'll stop at the Hotel Corones." I turned off the highway and we were there. Patrick woke up."I'm hungry," he said."That's why we stopped, dear. We'll all eat," I responded."'Kay." He seemed very grown up."Do you need a nappy?" asked Weena."No more. But go potty." After lunch we drove back to Mitchell.Weena had him in the bathtub ten minutes later, scrubbing away. "You know this has to be done," I heard her say.. “What question? And what choice?”A choice is a novel thing these days. I’m realizing that I haven’t had one in a very long time. Not about my activities, my work, my partner. It’s all been arranged and planned, right down to my food. And my mental stability, taken away at the whim of someone I knew and had no reason not to trust.“Do you want to stay in New Orleans?” he asks.“No.” That choice is easy. The city isn’t alive anymore. I don’t think she’s been alive for a very long time. Laissez les. There had been another run-in with Brian that Jake didn’t know about. She mentioned Chris, the boy who had delivered the boat.“Did Leanne or Kara or any of the women do anything to irritate you?”“No.”“The common factor is obvious,” Jan said. “They all involve men. You didn’t lose your temper with any of the women. Why were you angry with the men.”“Because they were coming on to me.”“What do you mean by coming on to you?”“You know, they were trying to force themselves on me.”“Did any of them.