" There was a slight hesitancy in her voice; she was still weighing it up. "Er... I suppose it would be all right." Then she made up her mind and ther... was no more equivocation. "If that's what it takes to makes you happy, Ben," she smiled, "I'm prepared to do it, but I can only speak for myself. Carl has to make up his own mind." Well if it's okay with you, Kelly, it won't be a problem for me, that's for sure."Kelly spoke for the two of them. The soft smile was still playing on her lips.. "I have to eat dinner soon," I said."Mark's house is pretty close." Where is it?" Forty-six Black Street, Brighton," said Eddie, reading the business card in his hands. "That's about a ten minute walk from here." I don't think I want to see Mark. He doesn't like me." You should try be friends with him." I don't think I can. I've known him for a long time, and I don't like him." So you ain't coming?"I shook my head. Eddie nodded but seemed disappointed. He walked back towards the bedroom window. " Okay," replied Paris, a bit surprised but also pleased. The pair of friendly rivals closed up books and laptops and headed for the kitchen for a snack before going to Rory's bedroom.Paris kicked off her shoes and gave a tremendous yawn. "Good gosh what a day. Thanks for helping me out by the way. I really appreciate it Rory." No problem," replied Rory. "Now let's find you something to sleep in besides your underwear." Now there is a very good idea. My bra is killing me." Paris suddenly. Best to enjoy the after glow of theirlove making for a while longer and wait until dinner that night at therestaurant. A stiff drink in hand wouldn't hurt either.The restaurant was one of their favorites. Small dark tablesromantically lit by glowing candles. Superb Italian cuisine withdiscreet but attentive waiters. They held each others hands across thetable gazing lovingly into each others eyes. When the martini's camethey let one set of hands part to pick up their glasses. Chinking.