She shrugged. "So?"In answer, he reached up and pulled her down on him; and then rolled over, so that she was trapped under him, both of them laughing..."You're mine," he said triumphantly, tickling her. She laughed, protesting, swatting at his hands, catching them finally.He smiled down into her eyes—the deep blue of a moonlit sky, so beautiful to him. "I love you." I love you," she whispered, and leaned up to kiss his warm lips.When their mouths parted, she smiled at him. She still had his. "Scuse me, Miss," shouted Adam. "What is the actual point of this field trip? All we’re doing is looking at sand dunes and shit, right?" "Mind your language, Adam," Ms. McCarthy said. "As I explained in class the other day, the aim of this overnight field trip is to study the environmental factors and human resources of a coastal region." Adam scowled and took a packet of chips out of his bag. The engine started and the minibus rolled out the driveway. It was an hour into the bus trip. The. Maybe for once she would have someone to talk to and the ordeal would be over a little quicker. He looked around and gave her a smile, then crossed to the table where the drinks were to see what was on offer. She hoped that he would come over to her once he had a drink in his hand, but the thought had hardly entered her head when a couple of giggling typists cornered him and started to flirt openly, pawing at him and flicking his tie with their painted nails. He laughed, and chatted back,. Weirdly, Barbara doesn’t suspect that he has a problem with the penis. She suspects that he likes it so much that it makes him uncomfortable. Whatever the case, they haven’t spoken in almost six months. Fortunately, getting a doctorate keeps Barbara busy enough that being single isn’t much of a problem. The problem is the looks that she gets from women at the gym because there’s no hiding this thing in leggings.“You almost seem happy to have me here,” Barbara notes as she examines the new.