She was obviously upset and all day I worried that she was either regretting what she had done, that is was just the drink or that she was angry that ... had turned her down.It wasn’t till late that night that she finally came home. She looked tired and her make had clearly been running from tears. She walked into the living room and saw me, she stared at me for a few moments and uttered, “I’m sorry.” Then she burst into tears in front of me.I leapt up from the sofa and hugged her. I felt her. "Well hi," I said to her. "I'm Mandy," she said. "Well hi Mandy. I'm Joey," I said. She looked at me and giggled. "Aren't you old enough to be a mister somebody?" Mandy said. I laughed. "Nope. I don't use mister. That's for old people. And I'm not old," I said. She giggled again. "Well, you're older than me. So I should call you mister," Mandy said. I shook my head. "Not a good way to start off a friendship if you ask me," I said. "Who said we're gonna be friends?" Mandy replied. I was shocked.. She did not think it would be possible given how much time they had left in the house, but she would indulge his little fantasy as long as they remained in the house. She even hoped to keep doing this beyond the house, but she did not worry about that. Right now, she just wanted to eat her cereal. Suddenly, she felt hands on her shoulders and lips against her neck. She instinctively tilted her head back, giving him easier access. His hands moved down the front of her body, crossing over her. He was deep in conversation with two individuals who, from their animated conversation and scowling countenances, I took to represent indignant opponents of his support for the airship docking schemes."Can you not see, Dean," one of them was saying as they passed me, "that this throng of people detract from the true purpose of the Cathedral as a place of worship." And," added the other, "the additions to the structure have ruined the beauty of Wren's design even when this monstrosity has.