It had been only two short years since they first sighted land and sailed their ships into this treacherous land of strange creatures and stubbornly f...rtile fields.His intended Miss Jennie Goodnight was still firmly ensconced in her family home in Bath. Her last letter of some nine months ago advised him that she had no intention of leaving the comfort of her family estate for some pagan wilderness amongst filthy savages.Miles was sorely taxed to find any respite from the shroud of depression. I made no effort to be quiet. I simply walked into their bedroom and ambled casually across the room, opening their bathroom door as if I'd been walking in on my mom for years. I stood in the door way a second, staring at the dark blue shower curtain my mother was bathing behind. The plan was to just take her. Step up, pull the curtain to the side, and take her. Sounded easy enough. And hell, according to one of her stories I'd read online, this was one of her fantasies. Stripping down. ’ ‘What about when he saved you the first time a couple of months ago? Did he need to hurt those men as badly as he did?’ ‘There were three men who intended to rape my employers and me and my mother. He stopped them and once they were down he didn’t do anything else.’ ‘Two concussions and a broken jaw is not just stopping those men Consuela.’ ‘One against three, what else would you have him do Ms. Flowers? They had ropes and gags to use on us. They even had a key to the house. Ken couldn’t take. He wasn’t happy. He walked out of the restaurant where we’d met. I followed him and tried to explain, but he was gone.” The wracking sobs returned.I wrapped Lisa in my arms and picked her up from the driver’s seat of her car. I carried her inside and to my bedroom. The construction project was going on right outside one wall of the room, but Ron Fried, my contractor, hadn’t broken into the existing house yet. Lisa’s tears flowed like water from a broken dam.I held Lisa as she sobbed.