Interest peaked inside but he continued through the kitchen and out of sight. Moments later he sat beside me, with a face that could only mean one th...ng. Something delicious. Something corrupt on his mind. Our days had been going so amazingly already I can't imagine what he would feel he needed to get for me above and beyond the spoiling he already had me accustomed to. I feared this meeting for months, or anticipated I should say, more fearful of what his reaction would be once he saw the. In fact, it was your own ideaoriginally. You remember, Bea's thirty-ninth birthday? How it hither? Like a house collapsing on her? All that weeping, she wasgetting old and ugly, life was passing her by. Every day moredepressed, popping more pills, then feeling even more miserable. Somedays she didn't even bother to get dressed, and I was really worried.Then when I'd try to talk to her, to cheer her up, she'd just look atme and withdraw even further, run into the bedroom or the bathroom. That he won’t have sex with her because she’s a cold fish in bed. He’s even hinted that he’s getting it elsewhere.”“Ouch! That’s not good for her ego. Let me see if I can read your mind. You want me to fuck her so she’ll get her self-confidence back, and feel like a woman again. Ahh, like somebody wants her. Is that close?”“Yeah, that’s pretty much it. It’s a little more complicated than that, but you get the drift.”“Now, won’t she feel bad about fucking her brother-in-law?”“If she feels that. She didn’t know what else to do, so she went to Cade’s house, hoping the men were back. They weren’t, so she sat on Cade’s porch and waited. It felt like forever and she was about to give up, when she saw Cade walking towards her. He wasn’t shocked to find her on his porch, but he did look guilty. “Cordelia, look I’m sorry the Bishop…” he started, but she held her hand up to stop him. “I get it Cade. I screwed up, and he did what he felt was right. So did you find anything?” “There was a camp.