"What are you going to do?" Judy asked fearfully, suddenly realizing how completely at the man's mercy she was. She crossed her other arm across her b...easts, bent her leg and used it to shield her sex as best she could.McCarter brushed aside her shielding arm with insolent ease, and his big hand closed on one tender breast. His hand was so large it completely covered the diminutive pink and white mound.Judy froze, stopped breathing, terrified he was planning to hurt her.Andrew McCarter squeezed. Only this time, he let it. It didn’t matter anymore. In a few moments he wouldn’t be around to stare it back. The bottle was getting low and Linden knew it wouldn’t be long now. He reflected for a moment, wondering if things had turned out differently—had his mother not killed herself, if his wife had not been a cheating slut, if he had not done to his daughter what he did, would he have been a happy man? Daydreaming in a ‘woulda shoulda coulda’ kind of way, he realized ironically that this. They both sat down and startedtalking.Jackie looked over at me saying to Jennifer, "Isn't so nice to eat inpiece and quiet, without the baby making to much noise?" At which timethey both laughed.Meanwhile I was sitting there trying to swallow the liquid in my mouth.But like I said before as fast as my mouth filled up and I swallowed, incame more formula.Jennifer looked at me and gave a giggle, saying to Jackie, "Oh look atthat! It's so cute to watch Crissy working so hard on that little. “Josh...” she said.“I already know, baby.”“Know what?”“What’s in your heart. This isn’t the best time to be heading into the swamps.”She actually argued with me over it. I know - it’s a front. She’s relieved, and when I look at her, I read her relief. I also read her desire to suborn her own worries to our plans.“Not gonna happen right now, Gee,” I said. “We’re going back. We can bop around the local area...”“That place where we first went, the night you stuck me in that hammock...”“You didn’t.