I must have made her cry. "mom?" yes hunny?" im sorry for yelling earleir" i got up and gave my mom a hung and a kiss on the cheek "thanks sweety, i k...ow its going to be tough" mom not now i just want dinner i dont want to get upset again" ok hunny" she under stoodat that moment my phone rang"hello?" hey hot stuff"'shit' i thought it was jenny. i was going to have to break the news to her and i was not looking forward to that day."hey love" what you doing?" eating call you back?" sure love you". I may have as long as fifty or sixty years in front of me as awoman, and I want to get it right. How do I succeed when my only currentrole model is Sylvia?Once Kerrie Latimer's finished dragging me all over the north-east I mightuse some of my savings to rent a cottage in the Lakes for a couple ofweeks, or maybe hire a car and drive wherever the fancy takes me. I'vebeen a prisoner in this place for far too long.I spend a minute or two making sure Egerton's things are exactly as theywere when I. Your face goes white in fear and then red in rage. You move to get off the bed and I put my hands down to my sides and ball them into fists.“Don’t test me,” I growl, no longer amused.Your face goes defiant and you get up on your knees. You throw the knife at me and just miss my bad arm. I watch it skitter across the floor and hear the click, click, click of the cuffs tightening. I rush the bed to scare you and you back away, huddling at the extent of the cuffs. I sidle closer to your face and. It was just perfect, and my mind wandered. Beth Ann would have loved this boat. The way she loved our houseboat back in Branson, this would have thrilled her.I let myself imagine sex with Beth Ann on the king bed or sitting together at night, naked, in the hot tub, watching people walk by just a few feet away. That would have revved her up, and later the sex would have been amazing. The memories and fantasies entertained me while I waited.I looked up and saw Sherrie pushing Jennifer back.