Brendan turned up and was warmly greeted by all but the young. His Irish brogue became more pronounced as he moved among the throng but Jenny overhear... him at one stage."These two young people," he was saying, "will, given a chance, transform this pub but you have got to support 'em. You've got to tell your friends how good their food is." Come on, Brendan," said one woman. "We don't know how good their food is." Have you looked at their menu?" Um!" Well, come over here. Look at that."It looks. "A full fucking clinic with half the doctors they need. Where they measure the waiting times of days instead of hours," he said. "That's fucking socialized medicine." Okay instead of the lecture tell me how long she has been dead, and give me a preliminary cause of death." I demanded.He put on gloves and the little shoe covers. Even though he tried to act like he didn't care, he was careful to keep the scene clean. "Most likely cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head. Her fucking. He figured, and correctly so, that it was her first time away from home. She felt a million miles away from everyone and, everything she knew. She was looking for companionship, but he sensed something more. He sensed that given the right circumstances, she could have a very dependant personality, but he knew that first he would have to woo her into a sense of security. He could tell she had a natural defenses which he would have to wiggle his way through. He knew that once he was in, she was. She’d discovered a little bit of wild sex was exciting every now and then but she didn’t feel very loved afterward. She stretched her arm, searching for him beside her, but of course he wasn’t there. He never was. It was as if he made a point of leaving her alone in the bed before she woke each morning. She had never realized what a treasure it was to wake up in his arms until he no longer allowed it. Sliding out of bed, stark naked – Jake refused to let her wear clothes when she slept – she.