Melissa broke the eye-to-eye contact first, glancing back toward the water.

"I shall hate our father until my dying breath for what he's done to you, Melissa," Creagon said.

"Just what exactly has he done to me?" Melissa asked, not knowing whether or not she really wanted to hear Creagon's answer.

"He's turned a loving little girl into a frigid woman who prefers eunuchs to real honest-to-God men."

"That is a spiteful thing for you to say!" Melissa said, her voice cracking as it issued loudly from her throat. She stood up, facing her brother, genuine anger darting out of her eyes to pinion him to the log he'd remained sitting on.

"It's true, though, isn't it?" Creagon asked, not to be deterred by his sister's theatrics. "John went off to war and came back too much of a man for you to handle, didn't he?"

"I should have known you'd find a way to defend him," Melissa said, disappointed that her brother wasn't siding with her like he once most assuredly would have done.

"There was a time I very well remember when you exulted with a real man's cock buried to its cum-filled balls up your cunt. So, what happened, Melissa? What for Christ's sake happened?"

The vulgarity! A real man's cock? And, Melissa very well knew to whose cock Creagon was referring, didn't she? The perverted, egotistical sonofabitch! She had been a fool to shoulder the guilt all of these years when it was obvious Creagon was more to blame than she had been.

"I think this conversation has gone far enough," Melissa said, turning to head back to the house. She let out a startled scream when she felt Creagon's restraining hand clamp hard into her right arm and spin her back to face him.

"Don't be a fool, Melissa," Creagon said.

God, he was handsome. God, he was handsome. God, he was handsome.