‘I–I had it done–oh!–for the wedding.’ ‘For Daniel?’ His gaze narrowed. ‘You did this–you went through all that pain–for that bast...rd?’ ‘I know.’ Dear God, he was good at this too… shorter strokes then longer ones, moving faster then slower again, bringing me close–oh so close–before sliding away again. ‘Like I said–stu-u-pid…’ ‘But hot.’ He grinned. ‘Very hot. Did it hurt?’ ‘Like you wouldn’t believe. I actually bled. I’m never having it done again–oh stop it!’ I gulped as he began to laugh. He did not sound as though he wasangry with your daughter. In fact, he seemed very interested in talkingwith her." But what if he gets angry again?" Rachael asked. "That can't be goodfor his recovery." Well then, you will just have to be careful not to get him angry, won'tyou," Maria said. "Off with you then. We will see you when you getback."At the hospital Rachael was amazed at the number of flowers that werefilling the Reverend's room. Apparently he was well loved by hiscongregation. She. She gasped and backed away from him only to be met by the hard wall. He was very very dirty, his honey hair was mussed, and he smelled of sweat and sun. He scooted closer, taking in her white cotton dress, and her frightened face. Although she wasn't a flat out beauty, she was daintily pretty and cute in a disturbingly innocent way. She had a pale face with huge brown eyes, long thick black lashes, fairly faint freckles across the bridge of her nose, and full feminine red lips. Thick long black. ’ I told her quickly, trying to seem calm so she wouldn’t panic too badly, but inside I was screaming at her. She jumped up quickly and started for the door, grabbing some things on the way out. I ran after her, still choking on the smoke I had inhaled. We ran out the door and into the woods. I didn’t know where we were going, all I knew was we had to get out of that house. Jessie seemed to want to get as far away from it as possible. ‘Where are we going?’ I tried to ask her, but it came out.