The couple tapped their glasses together, saying, “Cheers!” to one another with a smile. Imposing studio portrait photos of Alfred Hitchcock and O...son Welles (both former patrons of Harry’s Bar) gazed down on them.“So where shall we go for our first supper together in Venice?” Geoff asked. “Want to try somewhere smart, such as one of the hotels on the Grand Canal, or would you prefer a quiet pizzeria off St Mark’s Square?”But before Gina could answer, the barman turned around from tidying up. Shame really, if I’d been more together I might have noticed… I might have been able to help Dad. I still blame myself. In my heart of hearts, I know I’m not responsible, but I still carry a lot of guilt. I never saw him smile again, not the easy, beaming grin that he wore most of the time before the accident. Oh he smiled at times, but it wasn’t the same, it would be just a sad, half smile that never reached his eyes. He started drinking too. Something he’d never done before. I found myself. “It went off when it hit the wards around the house. It wasn’t able to penetrate them, and all of the force of the explosion was reflected back from the wards,” I explained.“How do you know this?” he asked in an unsure voice.“Because I’m the one who cast those wards. I’m also the one who dragged your sorry ass out of that truck after the explosion,” I told him, but I was no longer smiling, and alarm appeared on his face.“You ... you’re the guy from Atlanta,” he finally realized and panic. Our first time together wasn't that great because I think I was a bit nervous, but each successive time it's got better and better and better. Although even on that first time in bed, he made me wet the sheets of my bed with my excitement. I felt ashamed at first, but he encourages me now to relax and tries to make me feel that it is a normal part of having sex. So why am I jealous of Anna? Is it because she's got a proper husband, I wonder? Or perhaps it's because she's already pregnant. She.