Sarah was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, looking smug. She had, I suspected, collected a tidy sum on this game. But I knew for her it wasn�...t about the money, she just liked to bet. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing vast expanses of pale, flawless cleavage. She must have commanded the boys to strip down, because they were struggling out of their gear. Ollie was still hopped up from the game, and he was at half-mast already. Sarah’s eyes locked onto him, and he. In the back seat sat a man with silver hair and dark glasses. He had a beautiful male face and smiled mysteriously at me. I was insecure and it was only now that I realized that my security in this environment was at a low level. My heart pounded strongly. Surprisingly, I immediately felt comfortable with this man. Now he commanded to the driver: "Take us back to the hotel.” He nodded only briefly and started off smoothly. The mysterious passenger asked me: "Do you want something to drink?” I. I mean...”“I wouldn’t have to go for all of it. I could fly out for a couple of days. I feel like ... you know ... Emily is where I’ll be in a year. I want to know how she’s handling it.”“Let’s talk to her tomorrow before I talk to my parents. K?”“Yeah. I love you, Jacob.”“I love you, Joan.”The camera setup Sunday morning was a lot like I’d arranged when Sophie danced behind me. I framed it carefully so the wall and Joan would be visible, but they’d be in the background. I’d be far enough. Not that day! I couldn’t face sitting there, my face burning with embarrassment. Perhaps you think me a bit silly, but I guess that’s just me. Hoping my expression remained passive I made my speedy exit, leaving the young man to his laundry. Once outside, I chastised myself fiercely, muttering ‘Get a bloody grip for Christ’s sake!…’ If it wasn’t bad enough feeling like a lonely old spinster, I’d found myself with my knickers in a twist over a boy too… No pun intended! I waited several hours.