On the other hand I wasn't wealthy either and I was very careful how I spent my money. While we're on the subject, I certainly had no reservations abo...t Rose-Marie's 'running costs'. She was definitely not in the 'high maintenance' category. I don't know if that was really a factor. Anyway, I went looking for a ring, eventually finding one I thought might do; an amethyst set with small diamonds in gold. I thought it simple, elegant and lovely, like my beloved. I carried the box in my pocket for. While Ashley sat and slid her own chair closer to the table, Brad remained standing for a few seconds... trying to give the impression he was looking to see where the waitress was and what she was doing. She still hadn't brought them their drinks. Ashley looked up at him and smiled."Staking out your territory, big guy?" she asked him in an amused tone. Brad glanced at her. He wasn't smiling."Do I need to?" he asked bluntly. Ashley's face fell. She folded her hands on the tabletop and studied. Her eyes went to the elevator that the workmen had left their toolsnear. She sighed to herself when her eyes darted to the stairs. At leastthe heat was still pumping through so that the cold from outsidewouldn't enter here. She couldn't have felt the cold anyways with theway that the stairs sapped her new-found energy and replaced it withheat.By the time she reached the third floor her breath stuck in her throat.She looked around the door before she opened it. The heat of her bodywas causing. A selfie,with perfect lighting, of her with perfect make up and perfect hair.That was why. It was because she looked like that. It was because shelooked perfect. Her soft large eyes were rimmed by intense, glittery,black eyeliner and accentuated by long lashes. He strained his visiongazing into them. The eyes stared back, inviting and unblinking. Hejerked his mouse over towards the cross in the corner, commited toclosing the page and wanting to end his self inflcited suffering, fortonight at.