.for so long"almost murmured, hushed. "Go......get out of my bedroom John....sleepin the spare room" I try to plead 'but Wendy" " just go John, go, no...,please". I slowly rise to my feet, I can't face her, I can't talk toher, head lowered, eyes downcast, tears tumbling, I leave our bedroom,her bedroom, and wonder, oh god, what have I just done.Strange dreams haunt my fractured sleep. We are at a party or functionof some sort. I see Karen and Alan, chatting casually, happily, as theyboth sip. Martin’s Retreat’ and his parents had almost despaired of finding a solution to his condition; the doctors were scratching their heads.Gillian, thinking some fresh air would be a good idea, was walking down Church Street towards the quay, Karen listlessly holding her hand. There was a wedding at the church and Gillian watched as the groom, a handsome man in uniform, bend to kiss his bride at the church door – supposedly for the benefit of the photographer. The wedding party moved round the. " Lyn actually knew from firsthand experience that her brother's friend was a pretty good cocksmith. She'd spent last weekend at his apartment, screaming her approval of his skills to the residents of the unit one floor above."Right. Let's get this over with first," Sandy suggested, desperate to change the topic away from her embarrassingly non-existent love life. "There's the CAP testing centre."The SUV pulled into the parking lot and stopped at a convenient spot. As they got out, Lyn wondered. "I think that would be GREAT!" he bubbled. "In fact I'd be happy to take you guys to the movie and then pick you up." he offered helpfully. It didn't work out quite like he'd expected."That's OK" she said sweetly. "It's close enough we're just going to walk."He went on reading the paper and peeked at her. She looked all happy.She was actually home by eight-thirty. Things had not gone all that well. The boy wouldn't talk. He was nervous and not very good company. Bob was thrilled to the core.