Allison stood and started stacking up plates. "Jimmy," she asked, "could you give me a hand?" Sure." I wasn't sure what was up but I knew a 'we need t... talk' when I heard one. I started gathering up the condiment bottles and followed her into the kitchen. Once we were inside I started putting bottles and jars away into the fridge' and asked, "What's up?" I think they're nervous about Shannon." So that's it. I thought something seemed off. They haven't so much as touched each other since they. She caught him staring and pulled the bottle away, wiping her mouth and belching. “Something wrong with the way I drink?” Kent offered a nervous laugh. “Nope. Absolutely nothing wrong with that.” “No man I ever met thought so either,” Jenna said, grinning. She grabbed the book off the table and opened it, threw it in Kent’s lap. “Ready to get crackin’?” “Sure …” Kent’s voice trailed off. He flipped aimlessly through the pages, then started to look up at Jenna. He hesitated, then looked up at. So we banter along and I suddenly find myself enjoying her company. Another guy comes along and needs a word with her. Suddenly I feel a little drained from the months of hard work. I take a seat in a shady corner and bask in the success of..well...rather the party than the project. Suddenly, Georgina grabs a chair next to me. Quite clearly she had a few drinks and she moves her chair very close to me. Her thighs touch mine and she starts talking.“You like Brigitte and I can see that because I. My spray of dirt and pebbles had done the trick. The guy with the axe had jumped back to avoid the debris that I'd thrown at him and he had instinctively shielded his face to keep from getting anything in his eyes. That gave me time and I made use of it. I charged the man. The man was at least six feet tall and he probably weighed in at about one-hundred and ninety pounds. That was still a lot less than I was weighing and even though he looked muscular and fit, he certainly wasn't in my league..