As the storm rose in intensity, Linda and I crept forward. I admired her dexterity. I also admired her butt as she went ahead of me. She was now weari...g a swimsuit bottom and a white button-up shirt.The plan was that I would lay flat and to fix the jammed jib furler. She would sit at my feet and hand over tools. I lay on my stomach and began to explore the mechanism. I yelled, "screwdriver." Linda fished one from the sack. Then, as she was too short, she knelt between my legs, and leaned. Gail gave him a weak smile. ‘I’ve never felt better,’ she told him. John moved closer to her, his arms slid around her waist and she leaned against him. Contact with his body seemed to steady her. He bent and kissed her neck. She could feel his erection pressing against her middle and, immediately, felt excitement growing inside her. ‘John, should we…be doing this…here,’ she protested, ‘Greg’s downstairs!’ ‘He put us in the same bedroom,’ John said, smiling. ‘He’s a big boy. I think he knows. So here we were, four people spending the night in the car. It wasn't the end of the world.Within ten minutes, Don was passed out. He had been drinking all night, and as soon as he sat still for a while, it just caught up with him. I reached over him to roll down the window a little on his side of the car so we could get some ventilation, and he was out like a light. I realized that if I were going to have to sleep in the car, I would have to find a place to pee soon. Janice was snoozing, but I. Never stopped." Stop," Faith said, closing her eyes. "You don't get to love me. You had that chance before Finch. Not anymore. You had from the time I met you to the time I killed a human being to love me. Anytime in there somewhere, we could have lived happily ever after. Not now. Now, it's too late."Faith's words cut like knives, cutting deep into Buffy, each of them bringing another wave of tears and more cries of anguish. Especially the happily ever after part."You tried to gut me, B. If.