"He was excommunicated but given the option to work at the ranch becauseof who his father was. He works on the legitimate side of the businessfarming ...cattle," Sarah replied."But when you are required to render service up at the ranch you mustrun into each other?" Mila asked, a little alarmed."Yes and I deliberately let him take me. I can see the destitution inhis eyes while he fucks me, thinking of the life that he could have had,had he not been so deceitful." So the moral of the story is:. I was walking quietly toward what I assumed should be their kitchen window when I stopped dead in my tracks. My curiosity and my deeply seated voyeuristic tendencies drew me closer to the source of the noises I could faintly make out.Cocking my ear and listening attentively, there was no doubt as to the nature of the noise I was picking up. My heart began to beat faster as I moved closer to the window, and when I moved my face closer as peeped through the gap in the curtains, a rush of. ‘Yes Sweeting, you can always find another. But not one who would reject you because you should be loved. You should know what love feels like.’ ‘I already have, and she ripped my heart away.’ Her brown eyes were turning raw and out ran large frightened tears as she tried to hold her pride together. I hesitated, my mind twisted with anger against a woman who could be so cruel to such a delicate rose, then reached for her holding her against me. She held enough anger. I needed to provide her. 'They shot it!' he thought to himself, before the realization hit him that they had probably shot him as well. He surged forward, the water getting shallow enough now that he could put some push into it, and scrabbling to get hands and feet out of the water without the waders and the collar tangling him.There was a crease in the shoreline, a place where runoff from under the docks had washed out a little of the gravel and sand. Paul collapsed into it, onto his back, hoping the slight depression.