If only he could gather enough evidence, that was always the big problem with these cases. Most of what he had to go on was just rumors, hearsay and t...ings he had found on the internet doing his research, but lately he had eventually been able to gather some evidence of a few of the strange stories he'd been encountering.William, or Will as he was called, was a journalist. He wasn't working for any of the big timers, just doing freelance stuff for some local newspapers, a few porn mags and. Sex with Clint had been an expression of love. Sex with Sal was just part of my job, and I always felt used when it was over...I was approximately eight months along and starting to really be uncomfortable when tragedy struck. It was in late June when Cameron Parish -- my parents' old home -- was virtually wiped out by Hurricane Audrey.Out of all of Daddy's and my mother's people, the only ones who survived were my grandmother, my mother's mother, and my mom's sister, Aunt Polly, and her. We also have spells to keep the deer out of the crops. Again, they were expensive but necessary. Dang deer can eat up a lot of your crops over time,” he told me.We were back at the house by four that afternoon to find Calisa crying again, and Jill trying to console her.“I don’t like it here. I want to go home to my nice house and things,” Calisa was weeping as we entered the house.“That’s not possible, Calisa. Those people could return with a bigger bomb or try something else. You couldn’t get. We aren't the same ... or at least, I'm not. We can't rewrite history. We just have to get on with ... things."I thought I saw a look of relief quickly pass. It was just as well. I didn't have any strong feelings about her one way or the other any more. It was a shame. She was a very attractive woman, perhaps even more beautiful than she was eight years ago.We sat and talked about mutual friends from the past and I felt comfortable with just conversation. My anger had vanished, and I was happy.