I did do this with her a few more times. Once I told her that a guy at the bar fucked her in the booth while I was in the restroom. She couldn't remem...er if it happened or not. And she wasn't sure if I was telling the truth or not. She has asked me more than once if I was telling the truth. I always say, yes I'm telling the truth. I can't believe you let some guy fuck you in the bar and you don't remember doing it? It always ends with her saying, "I don't believe you, I didn't do that, did. Slowly and gently they turned in circles, running with the wind for a time and then, as they turned their wings slightly, climbing again.Anya and I paused by a snowless patch of dry meadow grass to watch the eagles.It is February, mating season for eagles.I inch closer to Anya, slightly behind her, so that we are almost touching. Each of us is mesmerized by the flight of the eagle pair. Together we watch the pair until they float past the ridge of trees on the horizon. I rest my hand on Anya's. A quintessential family.“Daaadd?” George was trying to crawl into the space between his father and the laptop. “Do they have strawberry Cornetto in Canada?”I presumed that his love of said ice-cream had been influenced by his sister. As a small girl, I’d always wanted whatever my brothers wanted, from new Nikes to cola-flavoured lollipops. There was, in fact, a brand new pair of Nikes in my suitcase, which had been a leaving gift from my brother Charlie. He’d given me a lift to the airport;. Can you at least tell me why? You act like the devil is on your heels. If you’re running from trouble or something, maybe there’s a way that I can help?”She reached up with a gloved hand and took him by the collar, pulling him in for a kiss, his worries melting away for a brief moment as her lips met his. Her tongue coiled in his mouth, slow and placating, almost conciliatory as her gentle strokes made his heart leap in his chest. She broke off, sliding her helmet over her head and snapping.