He really didn't need the entanglements caused by having a blood sister forming any type of a crush on him. DJ really hoped that whatever Marilyn said...was about something else.But the question went unanswered as the door to the parlor swung violently open and his stepmother was then standing there looking like she could chew coal and spit out diamonds.Looking down the hallway she fixed DJ with a stare for a moment and then stormed off.DJ suddenly felt really self-conscious and also realized. I put on my best bra; light lace and thin enough to see some nipples sometimes. The panties looked perfect on me and when I put on the white shorts, a red tank and turned around, there was just a hint of panty lines. The tank wasn't too short, but would show a bit of tummy if I stretched or bent over.I put the potatoes in the boiling water, finished the rest of the dinner and made some gravy. I put his dinner on a plate with a flower that I ripped off from Ramma's flowerbed, and covered it with. ’ Sue wondered what to say. She opted for the truth. ‘I told you I was here because of a friend. Linda told you about Erin, but I’m here because of someone else. Someone who said some things about you.’ ‘Who?’ ‘It’s confidential for now, because it’s really police business.’ Puzzlement spread all over Rachel’s face. ‘Someone lured someone else into an alley a year or so ago and beat him up really bad. I don’t know who they are. But my friend told me it was about you.’ Sue paused. ‘I found this. . other times, he'd execute the perpetrator, because, as awful as that was, sometimes it's the only thing you can do, and as a leader, sometimes you have to be prepared to get blood on your hands." That's not helping, you know." The point is, hard decisions have to be made, and as a Teyrn, or a King, you have to stand behind them. Make the best decision you can, based on the available information, knowing that sometimes you'll be wrong. And then live with the consequences. There's no greater.