<strong>Jim</strong><br/><br/>Bree was hurting.  That was plainly evident.  And somehow, maybe it was something she always did, she was now blaming herself for everything.  While some of what she said was true the rest was bunk and came from her overly emotional state.  Jim couldn't understand it, but he did know better than to let her get away with it.<br/><br/>As Bree turned to go out the door, Jim stopped her and turned her towards him.  Speaking sharply, Jim said, "Brianna Miller!  You have not done anything wrong tonight.  Not. one. single. thing.  I do not hate you nor would I ever ever ever hate you for anything you have done or said.  I find you to be irresistibly cute and I also know you are in a lot of pain.  So I am willing to say goodnight, but not if you are crying again.  You will not...I repeat...you will not leave this house in tears if I have to tie you to the couch or put you over my knee for a quick spanking.  Do I make myself clear."  Jim's face cracked into a half smile as he finished, letting Bree know that it was meant to be amusing as well as true.