’ She looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she followed him. ‘What?’ she asked, trying to act as if nothing had happened. ‘What?!�... Jacob almost screamed, ‘Lo, look at yourself. This isn’t the Lo I know. Please take it slow with him. I know, you’re young and in love or whatever. But you’ve still got raging hormones and I’ll be damned if he leaves here in two months and then nine months after that we’ve got a little Will or a little Logan on our hands.’ She stared at him. ‘We haven’t. .. but they’d pick a new rebel leader and get moving again west soon.Oh ... if I had only brought my rocket launcher!We crossed over the hills back to our resting place without having to shoot anyone or anything else. Exhaustion or not, we were all going to have to saddle up and get moving west. Oh, with perhaps a very slight detour to the south. We had lots and lots of weapons packed away in crates that needed sighting in and some trial firing. Furries would certainly make more than adequate. "Bailey passed a folder to the silver haired attorney who sat on his left, next to Deirdre. He brought it over to me. It was the report from Dr. Herbert Mayfair, the psychiatrist who had examined Deirdre after the accident and had been treating her since then."I don't know if you've had a chance to examine Dr. Mayfair's report..." I have." Glance at it again, please. Humor an old man. Dr. Mayfair is a respected psychiatrist who has been in practice for 15 years in Jacksonville. Read his. Suddenly, she stiffened. The blood pulsed wildly in her veins and a sudden wave of heat engulfed her and threatened to overcome her. She just couldn't believe what was happening. His hands were on her buttocks, feeling them, squeezing them - he was actually caressing her back there!She didn't know what to do. Fear washed over her, followed quickly by revulsion, disgust, anger. She hesitated for a split second on the steps. Should she order him to stop, or should she just ignore it? If she got.