Now off with it ... or do we need some more ... help?” Chuck could see her nipples poking through her shirt, and he was quite aware that while she m...ght be protesting, she was aroused as she had been the last time she was exposed like this.“Fine!” she said, not quite in a huff, as she got up off his lap, and looking down so she did not have to see their faces, reached down and slowly pulled her sleep shirt up, over her hips, and eventually up and over her head. Her dark blue panties stood out. Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again. Your baby's gone, andyou're all alone and it looks like the end." "And you're back out on the street. and you're tryin' to remember. Howdo you start it over? You don't know if you can. You don't care much fora stranger's touch, but you can't hold your man." "You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line. And I knowwhat's been on your mind. You're afraid it's all been wasted time." When I got home from the gravel pits,. You always seem to take my breath away. I stand at the entrance to the living room and just stare at you. Your short hair is now dry from the shower. You eat the food voraciously, watching the sports centre intently. The comforter is around your legs, the t-shirt you have on is a little small in the sleeves and shows off your muscular arms. I sit beside you and set your scotch on the table. ‘perfect’ you say as you take a drink from the glass. You finish your supper and scotch, and scoot back. .. right. Until I realized that she was crying."Hey," I whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Everyone is okay. No need to cry. It's all okay."Charlotte looked up from my chest and I had to force myself not to laugh. Her crying into my filthy t-shirt had transferred some of the soot onto her face, and her hair was everywhere. The result was comical– but she was still beautiful."It's not okay!" she sobbed. "You have always been a friend to me, and I've been such a bitch to you. I just ... I don't.