Fred is 5-10, the athletic sort, and shares my darkish complexion and hair but has his father's blue eyes and charming smile. My second child, Elizabe...h, is 18 years old, the daughter of myself and her father both biologically and in terms of her upbringing, the acting father of my son, and my former husband, Arthur Walsh. She is the sunny, flirtatious sort, her dark hair usually in pigtails framing her unbearably cute facial features and the same brilliant emerald eyes as Arthur. Her body is. This puzzled me for a while until I heard dripping, like water being poured into a jug, and then it dawned on me. No one had been moved or allowed to use a bathroom. The buckets were… I paled, suddenly feeling sick. What kind of a man was this? A sigh came from Emily as she finished relieving herself and settled again. How long would we be like this until he came back? We didn’t have to wait too long. Perhaps a few hours…The door opened and the lights flickered on once again, my eyes. Then i went to her she is in the kitchen room she is bend and peacking the glass and i slolly went to her and i tuch my cook on her back on her ass rood she shock and stand and said what are u doing karthick i said mam iam not controling my sely she said go and roob u cook in the batroom i shok to leason to her mouth i dont want to loos the chance and i went to near her and ask her mam can i kiss u mam she became angry and said no i forced her she aggred and said only one :i k mam i kiss her. In the shadows all she could see was his profile from the light inside and the glowing end of his cigar. ‘It’s late. Thanks for taking care of the horses.’ ‘Billy looks tired. He’s not used to a vigorous pace.’ Uh oh, she thought, shouldn’t have admitted that. It was hard to tell yet if Rafe was as observant as her, not being a man of the true west. ‘I’ll go slower tomorrow.’ Damn, she’d really cornered herself there. She could have made the trip in twelve days, now she might be looking at a.