. Well, I have my reasons, and I don't need to explain them either. Just accept that Jennifer had every right to love her mother like she did, even if...she did appear to rule her family with an iron glove.The funeral was that Thursday, and I was very disturbed by how distant Jennifer was trying to become with me. She felt guilty for disobeying her mother's wishes, and that day of all days she felt she had to follow them. I can't tell you how... confused I felt. No. Not confused. Just... Unhappy.. "Ned measured and ground some roasted beans, filled the crock and started the coffee maker. He heard the water running in his bathroom.Caitlin stepped into the kitchen wearing a calf-length denim skirt and an embroidered vest over a long-sleeved blouse. Ned poured two cups of coffee and set one before her. "Anything to go with this? Toast?" I'm good." She sipped from her cup. "Mmm ... You do make good coffee." So, what do you think?" he asked."Think about what?" Last night? Did we disprove Chad. I can take you home."Carrie looked at John and he could dimly see her tear streaked face in the dusk light. She shook her head no and began walking again. John kept the truck even with her and he said, "Come on Carrie. Hell, I fought those guys to make them leave you alone. Are you scared I'll hurt you now?"Carrie stopped walking once again and looked in the window at John. She said, "Yes. Well maybe. No one likes me here. Why should you be any different? Don't you know who I am or do you just. This all happened about six months ago, we’d just come back from a really nice holiday and needed to catch up on some sleep. We were feeling very loved up so she stayed over at my place. I woke up nicely refreshed and left Rach in bed while I made us both a cuppa. I took it back to the bedroom with me, I could see her laying on her tummy with her beautiful peachy arse poking up at me, wearing nothing but her tiny little red G-string. I. I woke her up and handed her the tea and then got back.