Molly seemed to be totally enjoying the discomfiture of her step daughter. "Here, sit, dear." She pressed me toward the couch. I was in one corner aga...nst the arm, and suddenly Molly was sitting right next to me, her leg pressing against mine. She toyed with the brush in her hands. "We might as well be comfortable while Linda gives us her little show."Linda had unfastened the front of her shorts and run the zipper down, but then seemed to run out of steam. "Come on, come on!" Molly snapped at. On this particular night John's job required extra work on a balky machine that kept him from leaving his job at 5PM, he called Tracy and asked her to stay later than six. "I promise to drive you home," he said before returning to work. The night had gone longer than he expected and the rain that fell made his drive home even slower than he would have liked.Upon arriving at home John rushed up the path to the front door and quickly let himself in. Cursing the weather and the time he moved. She had been pacing her cell for three days with no interaction from her jailers. She had slept as much as her tortured dreams of exploding ships would allow, and spent much of her waking time exercising in the space available, trying to keep her mind from endlessly replaying the events on the ship, second guessing her actions. Her attempts to start a conversation with the two guards ended up with a fire hose being turned on and Kat balled up in the corner of the room, protecting her face and. “Wow. That was ... I ... That was better than Friday.”“Yeah, well. I wasn’t kissing my girlfriend on Friday, was I?”She launched herself at me and I staggered backwards a step from the force of it. Yep, definitely better than Friday.Life settled into something a routine after that. I played the role of Lisa’s boyfriend as best I could. And I was playing a role.Don’t get wrong, she was a nice girl and I enjoyed the time we spent together, but we both knew it wasn’t forever. At school, she was.