Bonnie, my girlfriend was on the road. She's a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company, and she's gone more than she's home. She's pretty independent, ...nd I like my space, so her traveling works out just fine. I was glad she was out of town, because I sure didn't need her asking me what the hell I was up to pounding on my piano in the middle of a work day.I needed some suitable thinking music, so I pulled out my dog-eared copy of the Well-Tempered Clavier and started with the C major prelude. If. Ik laat je niet los!You are my prisoner now Anne. For short, my Prison-Anne. I will not let you go! Your insults cost!Suddenly Anne looks shy and timide as she realises she is trapped, Peter will have his way with her!So do you really think your would-be lover 'thick-neck' would be better in bed, than I can write here?Or were you ironic? As a politician whose words mean the opposite: He writes worse, than I make love?My maiden, whatever your bad intentions, you will suffer severely for your. Now you want to blame him for your fucked up life. You have six hours to get out of here.”Connie started crying and ran out of the kitchen.“Thank you for having my back George, but you were a little harsh don’t you think? I mean Connie is still your daughter.”“She is not my daughter.” He explained; “Her mother decided to fuck around and got pregnant before we were married. I never adopted her. I do love her as if she was mine, but she has her mother’s stubborn stupidity.”“Does she know. I wondered what I SHOULD say to Lynne.In any case, I didn't have any place to go, other than the bunkhouse. I lived there.In the end I got up, put my pants and shirt back on, and went looking for the women.I found them sitting on the side of Jill's bed, holding hands, talking softly. When I stuck my head in, I got two different looks. From Lynne was a look of almost sorrow, or at least what I interpreted that way. Jill was ticked off at me. That much was plain."I'll talk to you later," Lynne.