.. that I want everything to be right. I don't want to screw things up now that I've got a chance to impress her."Millie's cocked eyebrow was her only...answer but she still didn't try to leave his embrace."Millie. What do women want?"Millie laughed and playfully punched Bud's chest. "I could spend the rest of my life telling you the answer to that one," she said, "but I've got to fold the laundry, peel the vegetables, and get the chicken in the oven before your momma gets back." Please? I'll. I stopped a couple times while cutting the front lawn to chat with a couple of different neighbors who were passing by and once again in the back to talk to my next door neighbor who was tending to her garden. I took a short break between cutting the grass and cleaning the car in order to down a cool glass of lemonade. While leaning against the kitchen counter between sips, I heard the squeaking of brakes as the vehicle attached came to a complete stop. I leaned to the right a bit to get a. ”Look I can explain,” he began”Explain what That you raped me? That you forced yourself on me,” she countered.”Wait a minute I didn’t force you Mrs Lopez. You were consenting,” he shot back”Consenting like Hell I thought you were my husband How dare you boy Who the hell do you think you are,” she fumed.”Look Mrs Lopez I’m sorry,” he replied.”How could you do this to me Chuck? Why,” she cried.”I never meant to hurt you, but my emotions got the best of me,” he began”You are the most beautiful. ‘Is Greg there?’ the caller asked. Abby frowned. ‘Ah…yes, he is,’ she replied. ‘Just a minute.’ She looked at Greg. ‘It’s for you.’ Greg got off the sofa, walked over, and took the phone from his wife. ‘Hello?’ he said. ‘Hello, Greg, this is Susan,’ the caller said. Susan Darden was a deputy prosecutor in a neighboring county. Greg, a deputy sheriff, occasionally worked with her when crimes involved James County, where he worked, and Lincoln County, where Susan did. ‘I talked to Amy Dawson this.