“Fuck your honor, Jean,” Sir Robert declared, “and your pride! Look at you! You’re sick! You’re weak. Jacque le Gris is healthy, and he outs...zes you greatly.”“I’ve fought sick before,” Jean said, “I’m not so easy to kill, Robert. I don’t fear Jacques le Gris.“You are doomed if you step into that list tomorrow! With your doom comes the doom of my daughter! I would see her live! Your pride forces you to do this, not your honor.”“Is it pride to see the man who raped your daughter punished for his. That kept coming back to him.* * *He was three, maybe four. His mom was playing with him on the floor ofhis room.She took his G.I. Joe, and she put a Barbie dress on him. He laughed, andhe laughed. She hugged him again. Let others say they were too close. Howthe hell could you be too close with your own kid? He had taken aPopsicle and frozen his lips until they were cherry-colored. He cackled.She wiped his mouth. Then she took a tube of her lipstick and had him sitstill. She ran it over his. ‘Huh?’ ‘The couple back there—three months,’ nodding my head in their direction. He looks back briefly to see who I was talking about and asks, ‘How long they’ll last, or how long they’ve been together?’ ‘Hmmm…Either!’ I giggle, as we arrive at the bar. I pout inwardly as he drops his arm from my shoulders, to open the door. ‘That’s not nice Ms. Foster, for all you know, they could be soul mates.’ I love the sarcastic tone he takes when he knows I’m right. ‘Yea…they could be. But they’re not.. Otheractivities. See, nothing of consequence. After the plates were removedand coffee refreshed, she pulled out her notebook again."Tell me about some of your desires? I give you my word, nothing willgo beyond you and I." Okay. You might think I'm a bit perverted after I've explained a bitwhere I'm coming from and what I'd like to experience, but quite a bitof this stems from my childhood and early adult years. My earlychildhood wasn't good or necessarily bad, but I ended up in the care.