Jill and Brad came out of their tents and started walking towards the woods. They had not spoken directly for nearly a month now. There was a friction...between them that she wanted to address. She apologized for her mistakes and asked him to forgive her, but it was not so easy. Brad did not believe her. He wondered if she could possibly do something similar again that would hurt him. He asked her why it mattered so much that he forgive her, as soon, he was leaving town forever and they may never. ”“Yes I do and if I my say so you look very nice.”Joan thanked him for saying that and escorted him to kitchen where she served him the sandwich along with a diet soda.There was some small talk as they ate but he could feel the sexual tension that was in the air as they conversed. She mentioned that her husband was serious about spending the winters in Florida and asked Greg for his suggestions. He gave her the pros and cons of owning versus renting, of some of the areas he was familiar with,. His first instinct was to hide, to press himself against the wall of the cave and pray the entrance would be passed by. He reflected rapidly upon this, unable to explain his urge for solitude, he was injured, hungry, thirsty and shipwrecked. ‘Hello?’ he called in a cracked voice that startled him for not sounding like his own. the shadow paused, the brindle terrier in the cave with him barked. Hester gathered himself to call again. ‘He- Hello!’ ‘Who’s in there?’ A woman’s voice returned.. Raina turned to face Dominique, not bothering to cover up for the sake of modesty and awaited her instructions.“Choose your position while I fetch the cane.” Raina chose the arm of the sofa. This position offered the best chance to remain in place. It allowed her shoulders and hips to carry her weight instead of her legs. Dominique returned, swishing the formidable implement through the air as she approached.“Usually, I would enjoy caning such a beautiful backside,” she intoned while tapping.