Seeing the look on his face, Jasmine asked, “What’s wrong, Hun?”“Nothing,” he absently returned, then after a pause, “Look, we still have ...time. Let’s check out the garden. Unless I miss my guess, there is going to be a lot of it ready tomorrow. If it weren’t for the Matthews volunteering to help, I suspect we would lose some of our crop.”“I was just going to ask if you thought we had time to check it out,” Jasmine said. “We need to do some planning.”“I’ll run and get the crawler. You might want. They don’t touch me. He walks with me to the lobby, and my head is spinning. This break from routine is unprecedented. What’s going on? Does Brie want me? Is he going to kill me? Rape me? Feed me? I hope he has cherries. ‘When was the last time you were outside?’ he says now, from behind his mask. He doesn’t take it off in front of anyone else – not even Brie. ‘Five months thirteen days, Michael.’ No one else can tell, but I know when he smiles under his mask. ‘Let’s go for a drive,’ he. When his large, calloused hands would curl into fists and try to beat the innocence out of the tiny boy. Perhaps they started in third grade, when a horsey faced teacher would read to the class, after lunch, about the hundred-acre wood... and the adventures of that same bear and his friends. Her voice would gently transport her surrogate children to that far away place. A place where there was always so much to do... count all the bees in the hive... chase all the clouds from the sky. His mind. Something was up, but he didn't know what just yet. He caught and held each one of his men's eye, silently warning them to keep their guards up. All but Kris, who was too horny to care, seemed to share Mike's suspicions."So what kind of proposition are we talking about here?" Mike asked the man. The man cleared his throat and helped the woman back to her feet. "This is going to sound a bit awkward and hard to believe at first, but just bear with me fellas. My wife here is a bit of a.