"Okay, Sarah, you sort of have us over a barrel here. What we want is for you to keep what you know entirely to yourself. What do we have to do to get...you to keep your mouth shut?" I couldn't have made it any simpler than that, and I felt Joanne squeeze my hand as a signal that she hoped we found something to offer her friend that would keep all of us relatively happy."Joanne knows exactly what I want – to see you two happy" Sarah came back. "I've had a thing for you since we were fourteen, but. “I’m sorry I woke you,” Christine said as she took her turn to hug her husband good morning. “I picked up one pan, and the other fell off the shelf. When I tried to grab it, I dropped the pan I had and they landed together, making the absolute most noise possible. Clumsy,” she admonished herself.“Oh, bullshit, Woman. It’s bound to be way past daylight, anyway. Past time for me to be up. Why didn’t you guys wake me?”“‘Wake you?’ You almost died yesterday,” Ashley returned as a frown creased her. "I've been to a few 'father's event' things with him," Dan says. "Hereally is devoted to that little boy... Even if he only sees him, like,once a week... I reckon he misses Charlotte." ...More than Jamie?" I ask, triggering an awkward silence."They were never really together," Dan says. "Him and Charlotte, on theother hand... They were together forever, they made a kid with eachother..." Does- does he ever talk about any of us?" I ask. "Like, does he miss,you know, 'this'?" A bit," Dan. Turning slowly to face Ben, I thought that he seemed to be sat closer than before. Whatever controlled my body at that point moved my hand into Ben’s lap, set my fingers fumbling at his zip. I started at the sensation of red hot flesh on the back of my fingers before realising that Ben had no shorts on under his jeans. In a flash – how appropriate – Ben’s prick was out too, and I was massaging it with my right hand as I looked after Christian with my left. Like a spectator at Wimbledon my head.