We packed and saddled up heading onward to Fortwo. I purposefully kept us all from towns along the way. I knew that we would be delayed if we accepted...much any hospitality.We finally rode into and through Fortwo one afternoon and then onto my parents' farm. I told my six to watch over the horses while I went inside to greet my parents. I introduced Martha as my mate and Sue as my principal slave. My parents, Don and Lisa, were overjoyed to meet Martha and curious regarding Sue, particularly. Just before afternoon, she came to me asking me to drive her around to a jewelery shop to pick up a piece, which had come late as per schedule. I told dad about taking her to the shop and left with her to my place to collect the car keys from the closet. While we walked around, she was in her usual flavor, poking and cracking on. When I entered in to, she sat around and asked me for a glass of water. I offered her the same and went to the room to find the car’s key. When I came back, it had. "Maybe just turn the potatoes, the chicken should be fine," she yells, grabbing her towel as she heads toward the bathroom.Peeling the robe from her shoulders, Sue reaches in to turn on the taps. Glancing quickly at her reflection in the mirror she spots a pair of beady eyes staring back at her from behind the door. Turning to find herself alone, she inhales deep, brushing it off as her over-active imagination playing tricks. Still feeling uneasy, she washes herself quickly before turning off. Things were good between Charles and me, and I could see them getting better. Why worry? * * * Sunday afternoon, my ex showed up to pick up Anissa. I took him aside and said, ‘I thought you told me the ex-husband wasn’t going to be around anymore.’ ‘He isn’t.’ ‘The girls said he was at the house the other night.’ ‘He didn’t come in.’ ‘You should have called the police. You told me there was a restraining order.’ ‘She didn’t want me to call the police, and there is an order. Everything’s fine.’.