I’m not really payingattention to the show, instead just enjoying thecloseness to my husband. I like the way he feelsagainst me. I can feel his ...uscles and I love feelinghim breathe, each breath moving me slightly. He’sintent on the show and I can feel his breath blowing myhair about a bit. I pull the blanket up to my neck andsnuggle back against him further.Apparently something felt good when I shifted because Ifeel him reach between himself and me to adjust himselfand a little. Ted was beside her and had his arm around her waist. “She’s been caught skipping school; Mom found weed in her pants pocket last year; the arrest was the final straw. They actually took her to a group detention home because she was a total bitch to the cops. Dad got called out at three in the morning to pick her up. She was supposed to be home by 11 and by midnight they were already frantic.“The cops made her wait to sober up to make the call. Her initial BAC was .16. That’s twice the legal. "Hotel restaurant?" I asked. Everyone nodded yes, so we walked there. While eating breakfast and drinking coffee we discussed what to do today. "I'd like to go horseback riding," Chelsea said. "Sounds good to me," I replied. "Anyone else?" Both men nodded their heads yes. "Okay, I'll call for reservations," Derek said. We went back to our room while Derek made arrangements. "Their limo will pick us up at ten thirty for a lunch in the desert. So if everyone's ready, we can wait outside." The. The possibility that we were not the only people incarcerated in this whole crazy complex worried us too, and whilst we were used to our new roles in respect of each other, dealing with strangers was going to be a huge obstacle we would have to overcome.On the morning our counselling was due to commence we got up as usual, washed, showered, and ate a good breakfast. As we shared the bathroom I had got so used to the sight of Julia standing alongside me pissing loudly into the toilet bowl, that.