..I'll... I'll head back upstairs for a while." And with that she turned - not fully realising that her ass was bared to their view and made her way b...ck towards the stairs. There was an indescribable silence in the room behind her for some moments but just as she mounted the stairs, she thought she heard her daughter saying to Darren something like 'don't worry' and 'she's cool'Upstairs sat on her own bed, Barabara could not get the image of her daughter and Darren out of her head and to her. "It isn't your fault either." she whispers wiping a tear off of his cheek. "I should've been with you. I shouldn't have let you go by yourself, I should've sent a bodyguard with you." Stop" She takes his face in her hands "This is not your fault ok? say it" Jarod looks up in the still beautiful face, "This was not my fault" he whispers, as another tear falls down his cheek. "Would you mind if I take a shower before we start with all the questions?" Micheal asks sitting up on the side of the. "She considered for a moment. "Yes, tonight," she said. "That would be lovely." Please let me buy you a drink as well. There is a lovely private club downstairs that you might enjoy." It's a date," she said. "I'll call if I'm running late."The bookstore was called Little Death and Company. It was nestled just above a club called The Reading Room. Dorothy arrived just after the last customer had gone, so Jim turned off the light in the front window and locked the door."Are you ready to begin?". By the way, this was covered in the last part. So anyway she said she was off to go talk to him and I imagine it would not go as well for him as it did for me. I basically slunk away feeling simultaneously ashamed and the luckiest guy on Earth. I knew I sold him out, but under M*** inquisition I felt lucky to have escaped with my life so, sink or swim bud.A couple days later he and I got a chance to talk. He was acting squirrely that day so I knew something was up. For a while all I could get.