"She hasn't come out of her room since she dragged me out of your bed this morning," Rachel couldn't stop the tears, and her voice trembled slightly a...s she looked at him with pleading eyes. "She told me she hated me, Jay. I can't have her hate me. She's the only thing on this Earth that I've ever loved." "I'm going to fix it," Jason promised as he got up and gave her a light kiss on the forehead before heading back upstairs. Now he just had to figure out how. Nichole didn't answer when Jason. Jeff and I were enjoying watching Felecia interact with the dancers. The dancers let chicks get away with more than they do guys. So we got to see Felecia and the dancers kiss and touch each other. Finally, the three of us were so turned on, we couldn't contain ourselves. Felecia looked at me and Jeff, "You want to get out of here?" she asked. We both nodded. We cleared our tab and headed for the door. As we walked to the car, Jeff whispered to me, "Get in the backseat." A wave of excitement. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't the Quorn or some other English meet is that all the Kobekistanis are excellent riders. That and the hounds, of course." The hounds, Sir?" We use pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds. I believe I own more of them than anyone else in the world, by a very large margin. We need them for the sort of country we have, and the quarry is a slave, usually female." Expensive, using slaves,. A simple kiss good bye. ‘Be careful! Be good. Take care of yourself.’ Call me!’ Her total contribution. The flight back to the Midwest is long and tiring. Sleep comes only in fits and starts. Each tiny segment of sleep contains a dream, each one of dad. The loving images from his early youth struggle for a place amid later recriminations, curses, screams and yes, abuse. Beloved images struggle to keep their heads above a sea of alcohol. Raucous, cheerful, gift-filled and joyful Christmases that.