Author: Eleanor aka breespearls
Rating: R for language, adult themes and sexual references (Please respect the rating, no one under 17 please!)
Author's Notes: The chapter's title comes from the song Fools in Love by Inara George. I heard it and thought it perfectly summed up this chapter. Give it a listen and tell me what you think.
Also, I realize this chapter is months and months overdue. Sorry. I've had some major life changes happen in the last few months and I couldn't devote as much time to Brex as I would've liked. But here you are, twenty-two pages of BrexBliss. :D Thank you for your continued interest and I wanted to say that I appreciate you reading my fic. :)
“Come on, Bree, you haven’t met us for poker in over three weeks!” Lynette’s voice boomed through the phone and into Bree’s ear. “You can let the laundry pile up for one night! You need a little fun in your life. We’ve barely seen you since Rex came home!”
“I know, I know,” Bree replied. “There’s just been so much going on here that requires my attention. I don’t have much time for anything else.”
“If you think I’m buying that excuse, you’re sorely mistaken. I think you’re avoiding us, especially me.”
True to her personality, Lynette had once again caught Bree off-guard with her painfully extraordinary ability to be blunt. Silently, Bree wondered if Lynette was just perverse enough to enjoy making people squirm. She tried to cover up the ten seconds of dead air that had befallen the conversation, but her protests were unconvincing.
“Lynette, that’s ridiculous. Honestly, why in God’s name would I be avoiding you?”
“Because you passed out drunk at the party you threw for Rex’s homecoming. You haven’t talked to any of us since, except for Susan. You haven’t been returning my calls, you haven’t come over to see me, you stay holed up in your house hiding from everyone!”
Bree rolled her eyes and responded, becoming a bit more affronted with every accusation, “I do not stay holed up in my house. I’ve just–I’ve been busy. Rex and I have a lot to work out and it’s taken up most of my time.”
“So, you and Rex talk all day, every day? About your relationship?” Lynette said unbelievingly. “Well, no wonder you’re still having problems. You’re probably sick and tired of seeing each other! If that’s all Tom and I did, I’d probably be drinking, too.”
Narrowing her eyes, Bree was incensed at her friend’s unfounded accusations, “Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”
On the other end of the line, Lynette shrugged. “I mean that I think you’re lying and what’s really going on is that you’re drinking and you don’t want anyone else to find out about your problem, so you’re hiding out in your house instead of seeking help.”
“I think this conversation is over, Lynette. I don’t appreciate you attacking me and implying that I have some kind of problem that I’m supposedly hiding from everyone. You have no idea what has transpired in the last few weeks. You shouldn’t be so quick to judge, seeing how you have your own problems with Nora and Kayla.”
Without showing anger or vexation of any kind, Lynette attempted to rationalize her stance, “The difference between you and me, Bree, is that I’m dealing with my problems. It might not be the best way of dealing with them, but I’m meeting them head-on and I’m taking an active role in trying to fix my problems! I’m not–I’m not–,” Lynette paused to collect her wits about her. She really wasn’t trying to provoke Bree’s wrath, but she was genuinely worried about the friend who’d become more withdrawn lately. Passive was not a word to be found in Lynette’s vocabulary for she did everything with an aggressive gusto that often times alienated those about her. “Bree, I’m not attacking you. I’m worried about you. I feel like I’ve lost my best friend. It’s been difficult trying to deal with Nora’s crazy antics and her summoning Tom to her house at all hours of the night for some reason or another without the support of my best friend. I want to be there for you, too, but you won’t let me!”
“So, insulting me is your twisted way of telling me that you miss me?” Bree wasn’t buying it and if she weren’t such a stickler for etiquette, she would’ve slammed down the phone in Lynette’s ear.
“I’m not insulting you. It would be the same if I thought you had, oh, I don’t know, pneumonia and refused to go to the doctor to have it treated,” pressed Lynette.
“Well, seeing how I have neither pneumonia or a drinking problem, I think your argument is moot. For the sake of being polite, is there anything else you’d like to say before I hang up the phone?” she snapped rather harshly.
“Yes. We’re getting together for poker tonight. I need a break, so Tom’s watching the kids and we’re all going to meet at Gaby’s.”
“So, you’re going to be there. I don’t care if you have to let laundry go until Thursday or if you have to make Rex cook his own dinner, I want to see you there. I’ll be at your house this evening at seven and we’ll walk over to Gaby’s together.”
“I’m afraid I can’t make it,” Bree flatly declined, her voice anything but apologetic. “I have other pressing issues to tend to.”
Lynette sighed then exploded in exasperation, “Fine. If you want to sit home and drink yourself into oblivion, who am I to stop you? I thought we’d get together and have a good time because we’re all going through rough spots right now and we could use each other’s support. But it seems you don’t need anything but the liquor. Good-bye, Bree.”
Without getting a word in edgewise, the line went dead and an appalled Bree realized that Lynette had hung up on her.
“The nerve of her!” she squealed angrily.
Lynette had said some stinging things before that wounded Bree’s feelings, but never of the magnitude of the bold allegations that had just been delivered over the phone. What hurt Bree even more than the words themselves was the fact they had been said by someone she considered a close friend. At that moment she felt that no one in the world cared about her: not Lynette, not her children and not her husband.
The distance between Rex and her had widened since the night she’d almost let sense and practicality slip through her fingers to give way to a few minutes of carnal pleasure. But like Lynette, Rex had also chosen to fling insults her way, saying she wasn’t the woman he’d married. Just who was she supposed to be? She certainly felt the same as she did all those years ago; the only thing that had changed was the seemingly slower and duller pace her life was treading. The good years had left her behind. The love and joy and excitement they contained had vanished into memories that haunted her. Bree no longer derived happiness from those recollections; instead, sadness emerged from the lingering shadows of a time she’d remembered as being the best of her life. From her vantage point, her life was going downhill. Her relationship with Rex was obviously unsalvageable, her son was lost to her and her best friend was aggravated with her. With all her heart, Bree wished someone could look deep into her soul and cure all those cancerous troubles that metastasized with each passing day, causing her such unbearable mental pain. She knew that even if she stood in the middle of Wisteria Lane and screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs, no one would hear her.
Being alone didn’t help her feel any better. Rex had started working at Fairview Hospital again spending hours there, sometimes whole days. Bree was certain it was due to the fact that he needed to escape the thick tension that had settled between them. Since last week’s humiliation, she had barely spoken two words to him. Only out of necessity had she directly addressed him or entered a room that he occupied. Over all, she preferred not be anywhere near him. If she was that hideous and repulsive, she’d rather not have him in her sight incessantly reminding her that she couldn’t satisfy her husband’s lust (the way Maisy Gibbons apparently had).
The day after Rex and she meted out punishment to their daughter, a cantankerous Danielle had found a summer job at Fairview Mall. She hadn’t been ill-tempered for too long as she soon discovered that many of her friends also worked there and thus figured that it would be her only opportunity to see them as long as her grounding was in effect. For someone who had nearly everything in her room confiscated from the television to the stereo to the computer, not to mention her cell phone and car, she was in unusually high spirits. Of course, it could be because Danielle couldn’t stand to be anywhere near her mother and was all too happy to get a six hour a day break from her. Bree was absolutely positive that Danielle’s unhappiness wasn’t a product of her own imagination because her daughter, on more than one occasion, reminded Bree, in very precise terms, that she couldn’t wait to get away from her and gladly offered to get a second job.
As for Susan, Gaby and Lynette, well, in the time since Rex had returned, she came to feel alienated from them. It was as though they’d moved on and she was stuck dealing with the repercussions from past deeds and had been trying ever since to catch up with the present. Peering from one of the living room windows, Bree saw life pass her by. Adults went about their lives performing their daily tasks as children overran the street with their youthful zest, bouncing from one activity to another. Clouds passed by overhead and birds dotted the sky, flying from one point to another. The longer Bree watched, the more the desire to join the world outside grew within her. She hungered to feel apart of something, to feel some kind of anonymous closeness. For so long she’d been isolated that a few hours company began to sound enticing. Another night staying cooped up in her house facing demons she couldn’t quell wasn’t appealing in the least and she didn’t think she had the strength to endure the abuse that she’d been afflicting upon her psyche. Maybe, just maybe, Lynette did have a good idea, after all. With a smile, Bree left her place next to the window and went upstairs to get ready. She had a poker game to attend.
A little over two hours later, Bree found herself in front of Gabrielle Solis’s front door. The wind gently played with the thin material of her knee-length, lilac-colored summer dress as she waited to be let in the house. It wasn’t but a few seconds after ringing the doorbell that the house’s owner was opening the door to greet her unexpected guest.
“Bree!” exclaimed Gaby in astonishment. Obviously stunned, Gaby’s mouth hung open briefly as she tried to find the words to express her surprise. A little uneasy with being gawked at, Bree stood awkwardly and fidgeted with her purse strap, waiting to be asked inside. Soon, however, both Gaby and Susan were swarming around her, excitedly leading her indoors where she saw a grinning Lynette.
Bree walked up to her friend not knowing what to expect. She wasn’t sure if she was angry at Lynette for her previous inconsiderate statements she’d dished out over the phone or if she should still be embarrassed for stumbling in front of all them after having a bit too much wine at Rex’s homecoming. No matter, Bree would attempt to keep a stiff upper lip and not fall prey to emotional triggers.
“Hello, stranger,” Lynette greeted warmly.
However, that simple, kind greeting struck something inside of Bree so deeply that any attempts at refraining from an emotional response were shattered. She didn’t understand why, but Lynette’s welcoming face in spite of their earlier verbal exchange was just what she needed. It was release that Bree craved more than anything and now she felt she had an outlet to all the frustrations and pain that relentlessly stifled her. Without realizing what she was doing, Bree reached out and grabbed Lynette in a hug. Though she hadn’t meant to, Bree embraced her friend tightly, clinging to her in a way that she hadn’t been able to cling to anyone else in what seemed like an eternity. Silently, she thought of Lynette as her beacon in the dark, someone to whom she could turn when the storms became too insufferable. Even if Lynette was never made aware of her newfound significance in Bree’s life, it was comforting to Bree that if she asked, Lynette was there to offer her time, her ears and her sympathy. It was a fact that brought tears to the red-head’s eyes.
“Hey, are you ok?” whispered Lynette in Bree’s ear as she patted her back reassuringly.
A nod was the only thing Bree could muster as she feared her voice would give way to the feelings that frequently tormented her.
“We’re so happy to see you, honey!” Gaby offered in a sincere voice. “Come on back to the kitchen table! Susan was just setting up the game. We need to catch up ‘cause it’s been so long since we’ve seen you!”
Flanked on either side by Lynette and Gaby, Bree was led into the kitchen. The first thing she noticed as she entered the brightly decorated room was a bottle of wine on the table. A part of her so badly wanted to down a glass of its bittersweet liquid to silence the apprehensive edge that had laced her demeanor since joining the three women, but she knew their eyes were on her, eagerly awaiting her next move. Susan must’ve caught Bree staring at the wine bottle because she quickly jaunted over to the table and snatched it up.
She laughed nervously, “We were just, uh, going to put this away. Somewhere. Uh, we weren’t going to drink it.” It was a lame finish, but Bree expected nothing else from Susan. She just knew they all thought she was some lush that sat around all day neglecting her chores so that she could pump herself full of liquor.
Plastering a fake, bitter smile on her face, she remarked dryly, “Please don’t abstain simply on my account. I only drink when I’m home alone with all the lights out and preferably before noon. So, you have nothing to worry about from me.”
“Bree, we weren’t insinuating anything...” Gaby started apologetically, but Bree cut her off.
“No? Then why is it that Susan’s playing hide-the-wine when I walk in the door?”
“We just thought, honey, that maybe you wouldn’t want to drink,” Lynette said.
“Well, whatever gave you that idea! Could it be those preconceived notions that you spoke of during our short, but scathing phone conversation today??”
Impatient, Lynette gave up trying to be considerate toward her friend and told Susan in irritation, “You know what? Susan, open that bottle up and set it on the table! Now, Bree, if you’re satisfied let’s play poker.”
The ladies took their seats at the table and Gaby shuffled the cards. Silence filled the room, each woman speaking only when necessary. None of them touched the wine, Bree observed. Once everything had been said and done, she was actually sorry for making a big deal over nothing. When she calmed down, she realized they were her friends who were merely looking out for her well-being. They hadn’t been critical in the slightest and they weren’t judging her. It was as if she were trying to sabotage her first night out in ages by acting on insecure assumptions! Bree was not one given to insecurities, but in light of the recent episodes pertaining to her home life, it was no wonder her sensitivity was heightened. Having someone care and look out for her was an almost foreign concept as she wasn’t used to receiving anyone’s concern and her first reaction was to dismiss it.
Assaying to heal the discomfort that had encroached the women, the discomfort she’d caused, Bree decided to clear the air by asking Susan how Mike was faring following the hit-and-run accident which had left him in a coma. Soon the awkwardness of earlier had dissipated as the ladies of Wisteria Lane chatted endlessly about their lives, their loves and their problems. To her immense surprise, even Bree found herself laughing once again and having a good time. Though she refrained from opening up about her own troubles, preferring to give short, not quite truthful answers, it felt great to hear that she wasn’t the only one in the world having problems. Of course, she was extremely sorry for Gaby and Carlos whose marriage seemed to be over and she hated that Mike Delfino had been in a coma for several weeks, but there was a comradery that formed that night at the poker game which gave support to each person who was going through her own tough issues at home, in particular, Bree.
Three hours and eight rounds of poker later, Gaby laid her cards on the table and remarked, “You know what’s wrong with us? We’ve become these old housewives that are content with staying home in our safe environment where nothing exciting happens to us. Susan, when’s the last time you got out and did anything exciting??”
Susan answered sardonically, “Gaby, I live in an RV down by the lake. How much more exciting can you get?”
“Ok...” began Gaby uncertainly. “Bree! When’s the last time you did anything daring??”
Bree pretended to rack her brain. “Well, I stood in between my daughter and her murdering boyfriend while he had a gun to my head. Does that count?”
“All right, bad choice of words. But see, we’re put into those kind of situations, we didn’t have a choice. It was just circumstance that led Susan to live in an RV and Bree to have a gun to her head. We need to take charge and do something risky and daring; push the limits, so to speak. We need to put a little fun and danger in our lives and not wait for it to find us!”
Lynette interjected, “Let me get this straight. So, what you’re saying, Gaby, is that Bree should’ve lived more dangerously by taking the gun out of Matthew Applewhite’s hand and put it to her own head?” Lynette turned to Bree and smirked and which sent Bree into a fit of giggles.
Sighing exasperatingly, Gaby explained, “No, I’m saying we should stop hiding out at home and do something fun!”
“I thought that’s what tonight was about...” said Susan.
“We need to do something daring.” A glimmer of mischief shone in Gaby’s eyes. Bree could tell that she itched to get out of the house and be brazen and bold, if only for one night. The only problem was Bree wasn’t sure she wanted to find danger because in the past, danger had not been too kind to her and therefore she opted to stay away from it when possible.
“And just what do you suggest, Mrs. Solis?” asked Lynette a little skeptically.
Appearing to be deep in thought, Gaby didn’t answer immediately. But when she finally got an idea, her eyes widened with excitement. “You know that lake down by Susan’s RV...?”
The ladies nodded.
“We can go skinny dipping! Carlos and I did it on our honeymoon and it was so much fun!”
At Gaby’s suggestion, the girls shook their heads and promptly answered in the negative.
“Come on, guys! It’s late, it’s dark out, who’s going to see us?”
“That’s the craziest idea I’ve ever heard!” Lynette screeched. “I mean, I’m all up for living life to its fullest, but swimming naked in dirty water is not what I had in mind.”
“Lynette, have you ever went skinny dipping before?”
“I take a shower every day, does that count?”
“Prude,” Gaby shot back.
“I think Lynette’s right,” piped up Bree. “I don’t think it’s such a good idea. I mean, what if we get caught?”
“That’s the whole point in going skinny dipping! C’mon guys, let’s do it, just once.”
Quite unexpectedly, Susan chimed in, “Ok, I’m in!”
“What?!” cried Lynette disbelievingly. “Susan, have you lost your mind?!”
“Oh, Lynette, I’ve virtually been living at the hospital everyday, waiting for any sign of Mike to wake up. I’ve been eating hospital food twice a day, everyday for God’s sakes! I need to do something, I don’t know... crazy. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t!”
Bree was all too acquainted with that feeling, nevertheless she didn’t know how swimming in the nude out in public was suppose to cure it.
To everyone’s amazement, Lynette, the “voice of reason” relented, albeit cautiously. “Fine. I’ll go along, but only as the look-out because Tom and I just wrote Nora a big check so there’s no money left to bail anyone out of jail.”
“Well, I should probably be getting home,” Bree claimed as she stood up from the table. She didn’t want to go skinny dipping and she didn’t want to be anywhere near them when they were caught by the police, because that’s exactly what would happen. It seemed that lately they’d all had the worst luck in the world and Bree didn’t think it very smart to tempt fate.
“Oh no you don’t,” Lynette ordered, grabbing Bree’s arm tightly. “If I have to go, you do, too.”
Trying to break away from Lynette’s grasp, Bree tugged her arm a couple of times, but gave up when she saw it was no use. “I have things to do at home. I really do have to get back. Rex should be home soon.”
“So? Let Rex fend for himself for one night. You’re coming with me and you don’t have a choice in the matter. Come on, Bree, don’t you want to live dangerously?” Rolling her eyes, Lynette’s sarcasm thickly coated her last sentence.
“Gee, I thought that’s what I’ve been doing for the last year.”
“Well, then let Rex live dangerously for one night and let him cook his own dinner and do his own laundry. Besides, if the police come, you and I have an advantage. We’ll be able to run to the car and drive away.”
When Bree burst out laughing, Lynette knew she’d won the argument. “Ok, ok, I’ll go. But you can never tell anyone that we went skinny dipping. I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind,” Lynette replied briskly. “Ok, let’s get this over with.”
Gaby and Susan squealed causing Lynette to groan. She sensed the uneasiness in her friend and thus whispered out of the side of her mouth, “Look at it this way, Bree: we’ll take pictures and blackmail them if they ever try to get us to do something like this again.”
“We won’t need to take pictures if we’re able to steal their mugshots.” Both ladies laughed as they walked out the door toward Susan’s car.
The entire journey to the lake was filled with enthusiastic talk and giggles from Susan and Gaby and saucy quips from Lynette. It was about a fifteen minute drive and soon they saw the Mayer RV parked a few hundred feet from the shore. Susan suggested that they walk a little ways around the relatively large body of water to a spot that was partially secluded and concealed by tall trees to give them more privacy. Two of the women rapidly threw off their clothes and ran into the water while the other two watched from afar.
“They’re absolutely nuts! What’s gotten into them?” Lynette shook her head as she watched Gaby and Susan swimming and laughing in the lake.
“I just hope no one catches us. How embarrassing!”
“I don’t think anyone will catch us. It’s so far out in the middle of nowhere, there’s no reason for anyone to be out here.”
The pair of friends stood for a long time on the knoll just up from the shore. The June night was hot and humid and before long, Bree was feeling her damp hair sticking to the back of her neck. Even the light material of her dress didn’t keep her body cool. The wind that rustled the leaves on the surrounding trees brought no relief from the heat as the air was as warm as the temperature outside. Shortly, sweat started trickling down her back and forming beads at her hairline.
Seeing a relaxed Gaby and Susan lounging in the water was luring. As she sat atop the small hill slowly roasting alive, they were down there cooling off in the water. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and thought how delicious the water would feel against her hot skin. She’d like nothing better to strip off her moistened clothes and jump into the lake with her friends. The one thing holding her back was her modesty. That and, well, the law.
“That sure does look good,” Lynette sighed upon putting her hair up in a messy ponytail.
Bree fanned herself. “Yeah.”
“To hell with it! I’m going in.” Lynette shot up and tore at her clothes to remove them as quickly as possible.
“Lynette, what are you doing?!” She was aghast. Would she have to sit there all alone while everyone else had a good time cooling off?
Lynette had just jerked her trousers off when she told Bree, “Come on, Bree, we haven’t seen anyone the whole time we’ve been up here. We’re safe. Look, doesn’t the water look fabulous! Imagine how cool it’s going to feel.”
“No, I–I can’t. I’m going to stay here.”
“Oh, come on! It’ll be fine.”
“No, I can’t.” Bree was grateful that it was night because she felt her skin redden with embarassment. Little did the other woman know how modest she truly was. It was unfathomable to undress in front of people other than her husband, and to tell the truth, undressing in front of Rex wasn’t as fun as it used to be.
“Are you scared?”
“We’re all women, Bree. You don’t have anything we don’t have.”
“I–I... don’t want anyone to see me.” Bree brought her arms around her as if she were already naked.
Thankfully, Lynette was sympathetic to her plight. “Ok, go in the trees and take your clothes off. I’ll go on down to the lake and tell Susan and Gaby to turn around while you get in the water. All right?”
Nodding, Bree went towards a thicket of trees and hurriedly undressed. Though the breeze was wonderful against her exposed skin, she was still paranoid about someone finding her out.
After she finished disrobing, she shouted timidly, “I’m coming in!”
The three women in the lake instantly turned around so that Bree could immerse herself in the lake and retain her dignity. Her first steps were chilled by the coldness of the water against her feet but as she continued to submerge herself, she became more used to the lake’s lower temperature. Upon being completely covered, she sighed in ecstasy. It was a beautiful night with a full moon and a thousand twinkling stars hanging in the sky overhead; and though it was a hot night, it was a pleasant experience to let the warm wind brush against wet skin. Over time, Bree’s fears melted and she began to feel at ease.
The ladies swam and talked the hour away, continuing the conversation from earlier. Content to stay out of any conversation about herself, Bree shied away from providing too many details about the hellish turn her life had taken in the month since Rex came home. Too much talk would lead to questions she really didn’t want to answer. Unfortunately, they got asked anyway.
“How are you and Rex doing?” questioned Susan.
“Oh, we’re fine. Just fine.” She responded sweetly, hoping to put an end to the questioning.
“Have you been having lots of make-up sex??” Gaby asked which made Susan, Lynette and her giggle uncontrollably.
“I’m not one to let people into my bedroom,” sniffed Bree succinctly, quite put off by the tawdry question.
“Whoa, is the sex is that bad?” Lynette prodded.
“I refuse to discuss the details of my private life,” Bree turned and swam away from the other women. To her chagrin, they followed.
“You and Rex haven’t had sex since he’s returned, have you?” Lynette’s tune changed. Going from a teasing voice to a serious one, she inquired further. “You and Rex haven’t been getting along, have you?”
“It’s going to take time to get used to him being there. He was gone for a year and now he’s suddenly back. I don’t know exactly how I feel about the whole situation.”
“Honey, why don’t you tell him to move out until you sort out your feelings. That might help you to make up your mind. Maybe... Maybe you’ve moved on and you’re at a point that you don’t love him any more. It’s nothing to be ashamed of; he was the one that left,” Gaby pointed out.
“I don’t want him to leave!” protested Bree vehemently. “I want him there!”
Sensing they weren’t getting the whole story, Lynette pushed her friend to open up and tell them the truth so they could help and offer their advice. “Then what’s wrong, Bree? You don’t seem happy at all. We don’t see you any more, it’s like you’ve moved out of the neighborhood.”
Bree hesitated at first, but then answered honestly, “I don’t think I can trust him again.”
“That’s understandable, he broke your trust not only by leaving you, but he also broke it when he cheated on you,” said Lynette. “But do you love him?”
“I–he’s the father of my children. We had eighteen wonderful years of marriage. He was good to me.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you love him?”
At first, Bree wanted to answer “no”, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that she hated Rex Van De Kamp with a passion that hell had never seen. She tried in vain to give voice to that simple, two-letter word, but something held her back and prevented her from doing so. Instead Bree asserted, “Yes, I love him.”
“Then don’t let him hurt you anymore. You take charge and either forgive him or kick him to the curb because no man is worth feeling the way that you do.” At this, Susan and Gaby nodded in agreement.
“I want to work it out, I just don’t know if we can do it,” Bree confessed. It was liberating to be able to talk to her friends like this. She sorely missed having them around and was glad she’d agreed to attend poker night at Gaby’s.
“Do you love him enough to work it out?” Susan asked.
“I love him that much.”
“Think how it would be to have him leave again. Do you want that? Would you be happy if he left? How would you feel?” This time Gaby asked the questions.
“I...I–I would be devastated,” Bree finally admitted. “It would kill me if he left again. I love him so much, so very much.”
“Then girlfriend, you go home, light some candles, put on something sexy and see-through and keep Rex in bed until the both of you develop bed sores!”
Giggling like a schoolgirl at Gaby’s advice, Bree was about to say something when the ladies saw a couple of lights in the distance. Coming from the trees which were suppose to be protecting their privacy, the lights slowly grew bigger and bigger until the girls realized they were actually flashlights.
(To be continued in the next post...)