Chapter 27

“Papa,” Brian interrupted, “I heard him turn the key in the lock.”

“Sorry, baby, I forgot,” Bear apologized. “You too, Jim. It’s just difficult to understand how the SOB got into a locked house with no signs of Break and Entry.”

“I always lock up. Ask Reed. I’m paranoid about it. I have no idea how he got in. I don’t want to think about it. All I want to think about is that he can’t get in again. My poor baby, she didn’t deserve this.” Then for the first time since they arrived, Jim broke down and cried

“I thought I was being careful about letting someone else into my life. I didn’t jump into bed and let him fuck me into the mattress. I didn’t offer undying love or personal service and yet, he still viewed me as less than dirt under his feet.” Jim whimpered. “I can’t run from what I am. I’m a pouf. A useless aging queen, who can’t even protect a kitten.” Jim rose from the table and stepped into the kitchen, banging pots while cleaning up.