Disclaimer: see chapter one

Sara sat and gathered her thoughts for a moment. There was no way she could tell Catherine about this. There was no way she was calling the police. Gil certainly wouldn't do anything to hurt her or her son. Would he?

She dismissed the idea that he would. She stood up, unsteadily, and walked into the yard to gather the mail that she had dropped. Just bills. Figures, all we ever get are bills and the one time it's not a bill it's a picture intended to scare the shit out of me.

Sara opened the door to her house and entered, putting the bills on table by the door, before sitting down on the couch to figure out what to do. She flipped her phone open and dialed Greg's number.

"The one and only Greg Sanders. What can I do for you sexy?"

"Please tell me that is not how you answer your phone."

"Only when you call, sexy," he said as he laughed. Despite the fact that she had married Catherine and had a child with her, Greg was a helpless flirt. In spite of herself, she enjoyed the flirting. It was innocent and meant nothing between the two.

"I need a favor, Greg. Are you off yet?"

"Nope. But I will be in about twenty minutes. I tell ya, that wife of yours is a real slave driver. Whiipissshhh! She totally cracks the whip on us."

"Hey, can you go easy on her? Anyway, I need you to help me change out the locks on the house and put some on the windows. Can you do that?"

"Sure, but why do you need all of the locks changed and why are you adding locks to the windows?"

Sara had to think fast. She couldn't be honest and just say that a former friend, colleague and father of her child had been in her house and had just sent her a picture proving that he had been. "Uh, stupid me. I lost my spare set of keys that I keep in my office at the school. They were missing for a few days, and POOF, they showed back up today. I don't want to run the risk of someone having taken them and copied. Besides, we've had these locks on this house for three years now. I'd say it's time for a change."

"Yeah, great. You already have everything?"

"No, I'm on my way to pick everything up that we need now. Wanna say we meet here around four?"

"Four is great. Shall I bring the beer?" he asked.

"I think this is a two packer. You do remember how many doors and windows we have, don't you?"

"Should I see if Nick can come along, too? Or is this just going to be one of our girls nights out?" Greg asked.

"I think the two of us can handle it. Catherine is supposed to go to a play at Lindsey's school. It'll just be you and me, Greggo."

"Oh! Me likes that sound of that!"

"You're incorrigible!" was all she said before hanging up.

A few hours and several beers later, Catherine, Lindsey and Gibson came home to find Sara and Greg in the den fiddling with the sliding glass door. "You two head up stairs and get ready for bed. Gib, mommy will be up in a few to tuck you in." She walked up to the friends and said, "Hey guys. Whatcha doin'?" She looked around the room at the empty beer bottles and boxes on the floor. "Sara, why are you two changing the locks on the doors?"

"Your little lady here lost a set of keys and then they magically reappeared. She's worried that some kid she's flunked might've stolen them and will come in during the middle night and make off with you," Greg said as he downed the last of his current beer and handed his bottle to Catherine.

"Greg, go home. I appreciate how much help you've been today. How many drinks have you had? Do I need to call you a cab?" Sara said to him.

He stood up and said, "I haven't had nearly as many you."

"Okay then, Greg. Let's get you a cab," Catherine said as she picked up the phone and called a taxi for Greg. "I'll wait with you while Sara cleans up the rest of this mess." She shot an evil glare at Sara while she ushered Greg toward the front door.