" I'm beginning to think you're hazardous to my health," I quipped with a smirk."I am." His voice and face were expressionless, severe even. I lost th... smirk."Don't even think about it," I snapped at him. "You won't get rid of me that easily." They wouldn't buy it anyway," Marcus added with a sigh. "How do you want to do this?" Why don't I go home and pack while you two talk," I suggested, trying to keep my irritation in check. I turned my back on them and strode to the back door, yanking my. "What a nice wee thing you are." Mr. McPhee said, still focusing on rubbing his grubby old hands on Tamzin's bottom.Tamzin was delighted that she had on the denim shorts to prevent any further humiliation, although she knew that this too was probably about to change.Carla was looking on with a very watchful eye, but she didn't say anything at all to interrupt Mr. McPhee from the matters at hand.While Mr. McPhee played with his hands rubbing Tamzin's bottom, he also turned his focus for Tamzin's. She urged her horse on, asking for more run. Her mare, ever willing to go faster took it up a notch, galloping like the racehorse she once was. Callie held on, trying to forget, trying to not cry even harder at the horror of her ordeal. She had to get away, had to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man she had called father. Suddenly shaken back to reality, Callie realized they were headed for the woods. She slowed Melody down as they entered the woods and let the mare. I wanted nothing, let me say that a little more strongly, I WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH WOMEN!Then Lynn came along. You can read about what happened in the first few chapters of The Strawberry Patch Book 1. Lynn brought me back to life. Her voice and her green eyes drew me in. Plus, the fact that the head on her 5’4” body was totally, and permanently, bald from the effects of an experimental cancer treatment. She also had this wonderful tattoo of leafy vines that began at her left ankle and wound.