”“How do you know that?”“You idiot. You are her life. She’ll have had to talk to Bryn. She won’t leave him this time without explaining, i... I know her. She’ll be here.”I said nothing which she took to be disbelief.“Believe me, Caleb,” she said. “Sally will be here. If she’s not back by midnight, call me. I’m going home now. For good.”It struck me then that Nicky had never treated my house as ‘home’. She’d always gone ‘home’ to her flat. That had always been her real base. All her stuff was. God! She’s looking beautiful. She’s wearing a pink crop top which just covers her boobs. Her shoulder and belly are fully naked. She’s wearing grey color pants.Chloe: Ok, I’m ready to go.Me: Ok.Chloe: I called a cab, it should be outside.Me: Then let’s grab these bags and go.We kept the luggage in the cab.Chloe: Whew! All done!Me: Looks like it. You know. We haven’t talked at all about where this leaves us. Why haven’t you said a word?Chloe: Ok. I haven’t said a word because I want you to come. " Sounds great, beer or wine?"Bren chimed in with, "Beer, I am in a beer frame of mind." Great, I'll go tell him. See you about 6, OK? But bring something besides that Irish tar." I shrugged, a little annoyed. Two of my best friends, Joanie and Amy, can't deal with quality alcohol. Guinness is not tar, and port is certainly not disgusting. Philistines!She detangled herself and got her clothes. "I'm going upstairs to get cleaned up a little. Not that I mind the smell and the taste, but Dave. Lips: "full and luscious, normally slightly parted". Eyebrows: "well-shaped".Personality Profile: There were some either/or choices. Outgoing or reserved? He chose "outgoing". (Exactly the opposite ofhimself, he thought.) Sociable/private? He chose "sociable". He had an image of her therewith him, full of joi de vivre and cheering his life up.Realistic or speculative? "Realistic" he supposed. He didn't wanther to be spending too much time with her head in the clouds. She'dbe an antidote to his.