My moma's recipe, home-baked chocolate cookies, would get me in the door. I baked a dozen, all the while fantasizing over the many other ways I could...show Kevin what I good little neighbor I was, then headed next door, piping-hot cookies in hand.Cindy greeted me at the door. Up close she was even mousier than I’d first imagined: brown hair pulled into a messy pony-tail with a “just say no to sex” scrunchy, thick, oversized glasses, and a look on her face that immediately said she hated me. . He knew it was going to be dangerous. He might not make it out alive. But he wanted to stand up to her.He found her at the bar and made a beeline for her.“Miss Earp, I would like to talk to you in private.” He was trying to turn on some charm, but she was not buying it. “Please?” “Damn it, you said the right word.”They took a table in the back where it was quiet. Bobo took a chair for himself and one for his feet.“I know that you’re not happy. But I want to tell you that I’m not going to harm. That's about it. I'm realistic that he might have trouble with it, but it is worth taking a shot. That's what I think."Melissa looked around and lowered her voice. "To be honest, finding the three of you together,... while I was a little,... er, a lot shocked, may actually be a blessing. The 'pre-Ellen' Melissa couldn't have handled it! I would have been back on the 'crazy ward'" she laughed. "That probably sounds stupid, but it's true. But, I do have one question. You and George didn't,... I. I felt shame as all I did was curse her "shut up, fucking shut up." I recalled a disused quarry by a wooded river at the end of a long track, where I had once delivered to a boatyard which had now closed down. No doubt it was occasionally used as a secluded place for lovers to meet and shag in the backs of cars but I couldn't think of anywhere better at the time. It took another hour to get there, so it was nearly dusk when I finally dragged her out of the van and dropped her on the rough.