Iexplained that I had no reason to. I did in fact enjoy watching theirinnocent playfulness with each other but as I was older, wouldn't want toappear ...s weird or perverted. But when those three kids started to harassthem I felt that was wrong. And wanted to protect them from losing theirplayful spirit.Jared looked at his friends and winked at them. He then invited me tojoin them for the day. I said I had to work. I thanked them but couldn'tjust take off. They giggled and said I will soon. I. Didn’t look too bad? I paid the driver, made my way to the door and rang the bell. Boy oh boy was I in for a treat. Think Kim Bassinger but as a brunette, answered the door. She didn’t look too happy but was polite, showed me my room and asked if I would like supper. “Thanks” was about the gist of our conversation.I settled into my room and lay on the bed. I must have drifted off until I heard a sharp knocking at the door. I opened it to be greeted by a wide eyed, ear to ear grin on a young. "I reached up to feel my hair. It felt like stiff hay. I rushed to the hall mirror. My hair was a mess. Some of it was stuck flat to my head, some stuck up like weeds. I remembered I had dried it quickly with the towel, but I hadn't done anything else with it. "You spent the afternoon at a friend's house looking like a drowned rat. I'm sure Mrs. Henderson would have lent you a comb or a brush. You just weren't thinking about my rule at all. You know it applies away from home even more. Breakfast was a quiet affair; Rosie seemed to be in a world of her own, a far-away look on her face. As Steve loaded the car with their weekend bags and wriggling toddler, Rosie hugged Georgie tightly. “Look after him.” Rosie said. “I mean, I know you will, but keep hold of each other, he doesn’t deserve what I did to him.”“I will.” Georgie said, kissing Rosie’s cheek. Steve and Rosie hugged, then he stepped back and held her shoulders at arm’s length. “You okay?” he asked, “You seem a bit.