.. But ... I am not leaving, I am just trying to be honest with you.” She was practically hyperventilating now.“Listen, bitch, you are wrong on so...many levels, the house is owned by my parents, the cars are both in my name only. If you leave with one, I will report it stolen. I will not let you live with my children in a house with an abuser, whether it is physical, mental, or sexual abuse. The kids told me that you introduced them to ‘the asshole’ and the way he looked at Candy made her very. He had enquired about Tim and had maintained a smile during the conversation. He had maintained eye contact. He had asked Tim if he wanted to come around to his house and see his computer equipment.Jacob’s eyes narrowed as he replayed the look in Tim’s eyes. Instead of being grateful and accepting Jacob’s invitation, his eyes had widened in surprise and he had declined Jacob’s generous offer. Politely, but firmly. Declined. And then walked away. Tim’s face and body language had betrayed. She had thought to turn around in the field immediately in front of her. It would probably been okay, but she had not seen the cattle grid over the bonnet of her clapped out Ford Escort. The first part of manoeuvring had gone fine. Going forward was never a problem to her, but reversing always caused her some anxiety. She managed to get a tyre stuck fast between two bars of the grid, bending one a little to allow the tyre to pass through. It was terrible luck really, but seemed to happen to her. ."Janet cut me off. "Listen, we do need to talk, but you need to get rid of Brad, and we need to really talk, all three of us. Why don't you take him to get his truck and spend some time with him, say about 2 hours, then the three of us can go somewhere and talk where mom won't hear. She and Janine will be back by then, and we can go talk. Until then, make yourself scarce, please."Her eyes said more than that. She was really horney and wanted to do something about it. Apparently, her father was.