”“Why don’t you send him a text and see if he’s still awake?” I whispered.“Why?”“If he’s still awake, you can go and give him anothe... good night kiss,” I replied, “Then you can just lay with him for ten minutes, you’re not fucking, just laying there with him.”“Oh God, would you mind?” Christy panted and grabbed her phone and, sent James a text.“Are you still awake?”Seconds later, he replied, Yes sweetheart, I’m thinking about you.”“How sweet,” I teased, “Go and spend ten minutes with. ’ Tom strolled away. ‘Bye, Penny.’ A small voice from inside the stall said, ‘Bye.’ Tom tried to stay calm and collected, as he readied his new camera to take pictures of the motel. The incident in the barn made him think he should have a tag line for his new website. Maybe he would rip off the Las Vegas motto, ‘Whatever happens at the Midway, stays at the Midway’, but that line had become cliché. Maybe a play on words would work, ‘At the Midway, you can enjoy the rides like an adult’, but. The memory made her smile as the forced the spade into the ground and dug out more of the terracing.Late afternoon brought Fitch's departure."See you in the morning, Girl! We're making progress, you and I!" See you, Sir." replied the Girl, blinking back the tears as she saw his familiar figure shuffle away. She resisted the temptation to say "Give my regards to Mrs Fitch." That would most likely NOT be a healthy thing to say.She put all the garden things away in the shed and said farewell to. He reached the path behind Max’s house and noticed that it was starting to get over grown. He wondered if Max ever came in the woods any more. Just after passing Max’s place, he heard a strangled cry from behind him. Puzzled, he turned and looked down the path. He didn’t see anyone or anything. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued on his way without giving the matter any thought.He passed behind Suzie’s house hoping that she’d be around, but there was no sign of her. He trudged along the path.