" I was feeling a little frisky having spent so much time mourning the dead, feeling the guilt because none of them would have been there if it hadn't...been for me. I was working myself into a quiet rage, so I would stay at the task of revenge until it was complete.Charles laughed and said, "I bet I could play that card and get away with it, at least once." We chatted about my intention to attend every funeral, and visit the families of the dead and seriously injured. He liked that and said he'd. "Jane dear, welcome home." Sheila purred in a wickedlysweet voice.Jane accepted the offering and sipped, enjoying the smoothburn of the expensive, aged liqueur... "Darla, take my newtoys down to the training room," she ordered, handing her'daughter' the leash her slave was wearing, "I want someexercise. Oh, Sheila? Look at this."Sheila took the flogger Jane held and read the tag outloud, "Safe, sane and con... consensual?" Sheila and Janeburst into laughter as they started down the stairs. Chelsea’s precious little hand had slipped off the side of the bed, “Look I said I’m busy. Problems with Chelsea.”Colton’s voice sounded tense, strained, she said, “I know. I heard. Which hospital?”“It’s not your problem Madeline.”“Which hospital?”“Saint Isadore’s.”Madeline closed her phone. Saint Isadore’s, yes, it wasn’t very far. She started her car, let out the emergency brake, put it in gear, and pulled away.Colton sat beside his still immobile cousin. On his knees, alone in the hospital. She was fine now and my entire family was happy and thanked me. I happily returned to work after 3 days. It was a week later I got a call from uncle telling me that she is again into depression. Someone reminded her about the past and asked me to take her for a long trip and that would be relaxing for her.So I booked a cottage in Madikeri and took her there on a long bike ride to make her relax. We left in the morning and reached Madikeri in the evening. (I purposefully made it late to reach.