..”“Like what?” Brook asked, now interested in the tragic story.“Well...they concern-uh-Lynn’s dad”“What about that bastard does it conc...rn?” Lynn inquired, speaking of her father in such a way as if it were second nature.“Well-uh-you see-uh-”“Oh spit it out, Haley!” Brook said with anticipation, “What did your high-society parents do to Lynn’s dad?”“Well, apparently, I-uh...my mom had an affair with him-”“WHAT!” Lynn yelled, grabbing Haley, “He did what! How long ago!”“I don’t know! But. She was dressed conservatively, but classily. Like she always did."There you are. I was about to send out a rescue party."I grimaced and said, "It takes more than a days shopping to put down this hunter."She patted my hand and said, huskily, "I'm sure it does. I have a good idea what does..."I involuntarily started and moved my hand away. That was a warning shot across the bows.Deanna noticed and said, quickly, "That was a joke, Ryan. While I would not be averse to a little bedroom play, we. I got tired of arguing, and not coming to solutions, tired of the cold nature by which there was no affection, just sex, and then, there was no help offered by either one of us to ensure that things got done properly. When a person gets tired, and hits that wall, you know, and you understand change is necessary, it’s just a matter of what to do about it, there comes a point where you have to start making decisions, but I just had no idea where to start. *********************** Having just met. His only reason for being there was the fact that he would get other white men to inflict his less than tender mercies on. Ben knew that one would be a problem unless he could fix it at the start of their association.The Cherokee Indian sub chief in charge of the 32 man band was called Bear Brother. That wasn't the Indian word for his name but Ben had trouble pronouncing it. Wasa'pe Ba'vi was as close as Ben could get to the chief's name in Cherokee. Han didn't even try to pronounce the.