." She struggled to articulate the thought. "It means I need help. It means there's problems in my life that I can't handle alone. Big problems. Thing... that I need professional help for. It means I'm damaged." Whoa, okay, hold on," said David. He sat up, his hand touching her face. "Nellie, talk to me here. What's going on? Are you addicted to drugs?" No," she said, affronted."Are you an alcoholic?" No." Do you need to take pills or something? Are you schizophrenic? Are you hallucinating that. The kiss was pretty hot, literally. Stephanie’s mouth was warmer than usual, go figure. There was something else, though, an unpleasant, bitter flavor. Realization kicked in: Oh, ick!Jason resisted the urge to scrub his tongue against the blanket. If she could deal with it, so could he. “Lie back, sweetheart.”“Um,” she said, sounding uncertain, but didn’t fuss when he pushed her back.They kissed again; ready for it, he ignored the “ick” flavor. Despite Stephanie’s “wiggle room,” he doubted. We could see him showing off his love a lot at times front of people and even a front of me. To describe his wife “Anjali” you won’t imagine she was fair as milk and pretty as an actress and even very simple girl. Every-time I see her I would always get a boner(hard) down there even though I was young I was a very corrupted guy. She was simple we used to talk a little but not much. I even had heard that time she was pregnant.They lived a little far from my place so my dad used always leave in. But yeah. That has a kind of appeal to me, too. Nobody needs to know who I am, just that under that rock I lie peacefully on the land I love. I’ll do that, Dad.”“I suppose we better head back before they send a search party out after us. I don’t know what Angus will do, though. His place ain’t doing any better than ours. Can’t imagine why we’re getting offers to buy. He might take it up.”“Dad, that would kill Mary Beth. I know her sisters have moved off and got married and don’t plan to come.