Skipping out of class had been absolutely worth it.**Steve’s eyes narrowed as he read the flier. “Well, she’s acting true to form,” he growled...“Should take some of the wind out of her with you and Uncle Dan there, though.”“One problem with that.” Steve shook the flier. “I’m going to be on the road home from court in Martinsburg.”Glen’s shoulders slumped. “Damn.”“I’ll give Dan a call, but what Francine is trying to do is take advantage of the fact that Melinda is young, and new in town. It would. It was Pete's fault I was here. If Pete hadn't kept pressurising me to agree to a threesome. If Pete hadn't found someone as good looking as David. If Pete hadn't found such a good lover. If Pete hadn't brought him round to meet me. If Pete hadn't fed me so much wine that night, and mostly if Pete hadn't pushed me into allowing David into our bed.Again, it was Pete, that pushed me into blowing David, into pushing to get more of him down my throat, I did my best, but didn't come close to all of. .. Oh yeah the owner of the farm.I have been in jail. Do you know the worst thing about even the best of them?” I asked.“No women?” she asked.“A good guess, but you can’t get up from the TV, then walk over to pour yourself a cup of coffee. When you can do that you know you are free. When you can’t, then you know you aren’t free.”“Simple, but a very understandable example,” Sarah admitted. “Let’s get back to the farm. I need some more practice at planting and feeding seeds.”“Fair enough,” I. "Maybe I'm just overthinking things, but I really need to figure things out first." Brandon nods at her back. He had already realized that Rebeca was an overthinker. He had been careful with her mind up until now, lowering it with about 5%, which was just enough for her to become more susceptible to suggestions, but clearly it hadn't been enough. So now, the machine is set to remove another 5%. This should by far be enough to dumb her down a little and keep her from overthinking things too.