"Kathy was still sprawled across the desk, "Are you all right, dear?" Mrs. Potter asked as she helped the trembling girl into a chair."It was incredib...e, Mrs. Potter. Why did you stop him? Why did you stop him?" Kathy gasped."I had to do something, he was strangling you." So what? It was heavenly!" the stunned girl spoke with the voice of love. "He's heavenly." But he doesn't know when to let go, dear, another few minutes and you would have suffered brain damage... or worse." I don't care,". There were lots of things I'd rather do than go meet Mr. and Mrs. Shreve, but if that's what Emmy wanted, I'd do it. I'd do it as soon as the season was over -- the first week in September. OK -- as soon as the playoffs were over, second or third week in September.Somewhere in there. I'd meet them.Not now. Too much going on. Too hard for me to set it up, during the week, when I was playing every night and they, presumably, were both working every day. And the weekends? Worse, really. Mostly day. ‘Holly, look,’ he said taking her hand again, and pulling her around to face him. ‘This is hard to say, but I told you that I would be honest with you about how I feel. There is no rosy tomorrow for us, for this love we have today. Maybe that’s why it’s so intense, like the flame from a log that lasts only a short time but can heat the whole house while it’s burning. I just want to enjoy this feeling now, this here and now.’ ‘But do you really think that it will end?’ ‘Baby, I don’t know,’. Naked, in the dark, and running towards them, the four male Patrollers could only stare in wonder. She crashed into one of them, deliberately though of course they didn’t realise that, and then before he could grab her, spun around and sprinted back the way she had come, still screaming.The four men, their thoughts now in the gutter, intent only in the young, naked, lone as they thought, female came hurtling around the corner to find their way blocked by seven burly young men and women. And one.