Nothing silenced the music that quietly played on loop at the base of her skull.When she could will herself out of her room, she made her way to the l...brary, where she engrossed herself in literature. There was something ironic and yet comforting about getting lost in the works of Emily Dickinson, Bret Easton Ellis, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and Ken Kesey.She had her nose buried in one of JD Salinger's works, absorbing as much as she could before the medications kicked in and left her. She glances up at you through thick lashes with her beautiful blue eyes. A shy smile crosses her pouty lips. "Hi," you say, flashing a smile back at her. She says hi back in a very cute voice and your eyes meet for a moment before she looks away nervously and continues past you. You watch her as she walks past, your eyes admiring her curvy body. Make that, "VERY curvy body". Her hips sway a little with every step and something about her tells you that she doesn't realize that she's even. That’s it, isn’t it?’ That thought had not occurred to me. I had been in love with Ann for years, so it was likely I would be again. ‘Well according to those Christian principles of love,’ I replied, ‘I should do what would be best for her. If she wants to marry this man, I would need to keep clear of her.’ ‘There you go again,’ she said more patiently, ‘keeping clear of her. You see why I wonder if you could cope with her rejection of you? I really think you ought to meet before she marries.. Both of them knew it.Within a minute, Havers had bagged two birds, one with each barrel.“Great shooting!” cried Quentin.The happy good humour which normally reigned between the men had been restored.Very well, said Havers to himself, I’ll ask him again tomorrow. There was no real hurry, he reflected calmly. But he had to admit he was much looking forward to fucking the arse off that shapely young beauty!Quentin winged one and got one . . . and Havers was effusive in his congratulations.At.