Another car ran a stop sign and hit me. Please hurry, Bret”I grabbed my keys and I was out the door in minutes. I called Eve to tell her I would be...a few minutes late and not worry. A friend needed some help. I’d explain when I saw her. I picked Cassie up and she was still shaken from the accident. She ran to me and hugged me. The police gave me their report with numbers for Cassie to call about picking her car up from the impound yard.“Come on, Cassie. Let’s go see if we can get you calmed. I looked down at the first page then at him and took a deep apprehensive breath, clearing my throat.“I want you to know I’ve never read these stories to anyone. You’re the first one,” I added. “In fact you’re the first man I’ve had here, like this, I mean other than the plumber or electrician.”“I’m surprised. Such a pretty woman, I’d think guys would be beating down the door to meet you.”“Thanks, but I like it this way?” I said. “Besides the guys around here are either married or they’re drunks. Not in naughty places though, although I wouldn't mind. We even have the odd shower together, in bathing suits. Although there was this one time that she poured the water down my back giving me shivers up my spine. Still, there was no kissing or sexual contact. I'm not a lesbian, I guess I'm just bi-curious since I have such interest in her, it's unusual though - I don't feel this way about any of my other girlfriends. Don't get me wrong, I do have dirty conversations with them and tell them. It wouldn't stop a determined thief, but it would make things difficult. First, any would be thief would have to find the vehicle, hidden as it was in a dense thicket of thorny Acacia.The mountains rising in front of them looked daunting. Evelyn knew from experience that the journey ahead was even more arduous than it looked. She looked at Charity, wondering whether she should have insisted on the woman staying behind, but at the same time realising that Charity was so stubborn that she would.