.. particularly the bathroom!"When Rachael didn't respond, I looked at her to see why. She had found the phone book and was busy searching through it....here was a phone in the living room. After she'd located what she'd been looking for, Rachael picked up the phone and started dialing.I could hear it ringing on the other end. A second later, she was talking to someone. While she was busy on the phone, I went out to the car and retrieved the rest of our bags.After I brought them inside, I started. His gentle snoring annoyed her. The alarm never roused him. And here she was, the fading memory of their first kiss disappearing, before the sun was even peeking through the shades. She didn’t want to look at the time, and she didn’t need to. David would be up soon. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out from under the bedclothes and scooped the dried up sleep from her eyes. Her mouth was dry, so she craned her neck and bought a glass to her lips, quenching the thirst with deep gulps. As she. .."I interrupted once I realized how agitated she was becoming. "Slut! That's what you are! Embrace it just the way you embrace my boyfriend between your legs, you trifling backstabbing slut!" I'm not a damn slut and I damn sure did not sleep with James. I would never do that. One reason is because you're my best friend in the whole wide world and secondly, because I'm g..." Whatever, slut!" I gave her the hand.She smacked my hand down. "If I really had sex with him and wasn't your friend, then. The farm was a desolate wreck. The animals had been sold off out of simple mercy to keep them from starving to death. The buildings were all intact, though. The hay was no good for anything but bedding, as it had laid in bales for six years while I recovered. The court had forced the county to cover the hole made by the explosion and fire. It had been a nuisance and a public danger. It was at the time a pile of dirt, gravel and half-burned building material. The poor maple that had saved my.