“There’s an arrow in my tire!” she yelled. “He shot my tire with an arrow!”It was at that point that Jennifer realized Renee’s boyfriend, ...Mike Nelson, wasn’t with her. She looked at the group. He wasn’t there either. As if on cue, she saw movement to her right, behind The Hermit. Mike was sneaking from tree to tree. In his hands he held part of a tree limb, about the size of a baseball bat. The fire, and the noise being made by talking apparently screened the noise he was making with his bare. Boyfriend as if to prove that she didn't need me - rubbing it in my face. But then - maybe I didn't need her; maybe I had something to rub in her face...Home at last - spic and span and terribly conspicuous. She cleans my house in exchange for sex? Don't question ... don't doubt ... ask too many questions and I might lose the chance! So Stacey wanted one week to prove herself. Prove what? That she's some kind of slut? She proved it; over and over. On the living room couch, the kitchen table,. He’s got the balls to do something constructive about it. Do you? ‘We aren’t great wives. I’ve almost lost my marriage because I was full of myself. And I still don’t know if it’ll survive. Look at all the people that I hurt. Look at the people that you’ve hurt. Is that what you want? You treat Jack like shit, just like I treated Terry. In fact, Terry and Jack have kept in contact. Probably have the same lawyer. Is that what you want?’ Deb started to protest a little when Joyce came back. ‘I’m. Seeing as how her mother was getting a little misty eyed, Bobbi steered the conversation back to her school activities, and Tara immediately seemed to perk back up! Lost in the atmosphere of good food and conversation, neither of the two woman noticed when three strange men appeared in the clearing fifty yards down the path. Drawn by the smell of the stew, the three hungry fellows were making a beeline for their camp! It wasn't until the three of them were practically on top of them before Tara.