Annie and I had redeveloped a friendship that was getting quite comfortable. It allowed us the ability to do things together with the girls, with some...semblance of being a family unit. I seriously doubted that any type of friendship would survive, if we tried and failed to reconstruct our marriage.It was the age-old dilemma.Did I want to risk what we already had, on the substantial risk that we could successfully get back together?By the end of the week, I had reached some conclusions.I wasn't. ‘Jake, I don’t want my first time to be with you in a barn. I don’t want this here…’ she trailed off, not understanding the fallen look of despair on his face. Jake hadn’t heard Daisy’s exact words, just, I don’t want my first time to be with you and I don’t want this. Wildly he thought, She doesn’t want me. She’s denying me. No. Daisy can’t, she’s mine, and I’ll show her. Mine. Grabbing her wrists cruelly, Jake had Daisy pinned in a painful grip. ‘Oww. Jesus, what the hell, Jake?’ Daisy. "Thank you for helping Oso Mr. Gallagher. It could have gotten very ugly."Dillon returned her smile but before he could respond Mrs. Edwards remarked, "It seems you're making a habit of coming to our families rescue Mr. Gallagher." Eleanor's manner of speaking showed that she was an educated woman. "Our own personal Sir Galahad. I understand that you also quote poetry," she said with a grin. "Lord Byron I believe it was."Returning her grin with a sheepish smile Dillon replied, "It's a nasty. Still in semi-shock, she shook her head yes.We made all the arrangements and I made up the story to have my husband and mother alone. I toldmy husband my mother would be over because we would be going out Friday nite after I got off work.I got a spy cam set up. I placed one in my bedroom and the other in the living room facing the couch.I put the monitor recorder in the garage where I would be waiting to see everything. I made sure tohave my husband's favorite drink ready and plenty of it.It.