What would that be like? Would she be the uptight Swiss auditor, distant and dissatisfied no matter how I tried to please her? Would she be domineerin... and demanding, thinking only of herself? Or would she be sensuous and passionate, like the French are supposed to be?Of course, there was no chance I would ever find out. I was uneducated, unsophisticated and as sickly white as a garden grub.~~~~On Wednesday, Warner was annoying and disruptive as usual. I put up with it, but by lunchtime I was. I changed the channel to a movie before getting up to grab another beer, when I got back Bree had changed the channel again and set the remote even closer to her breast on her side. It didn’t take much for me to realize that she hadn’t gotten mad and might even be a little interested in fooling around a bit like we had in the past. The last time she had been over I had found several opportunities to rub against her or touch her ass, breasts and once her inner thighs without her brother. “Who is that man?” she asked.“Just a wood cutter,” I answered, “pay him no mind.”We crawled into the tent and were soon asleep with her head on my arm.The morning dawned clear and bright. The sound of wood chopping was slower, I walked over and looked from the father to the huge pile of wood he had produced working through the night. I stopped him and had him sit still. Breakfast was more of the beans and cornbread. I had Ellen begin to gather what might be of value into a pile beside the. There had never been a cliché that had described my life so aptly. It was both a curse and a blessing. Everything bad that was going to happen in a certain period of my life happened all at once. On the good side, my pain would be dealt with swiftly. On the negative side, it meant people I loved would also be gone just as swiftly. In this case, I would have rather dealt with the pain of old memories than the pain of losing Kaden. I feared that whatever Justin revealed, that I had not revealed.