And without a word, reached over to pull down my swim trunks. I grabbed her hands."Whoah. Seriously. Wait. You know what would happen?" I said.She loo...ed around. Ashley looked up at me. And she finally spoke."Well, she's sleeping. So?" Ashley said.And I have no idea why the fuck I did it. I just pulled my hands back. And felt Ashley's hands slide my swim trunks down my thighs.I could not fucking believe this was happening.She walked to me. I felt her body against mine. I felt her legs press. Tom moves the camera’s aim to capture the most interesting aspects of the fire while it’s reported.About twenty-five minutes after the big explosion one of the trainee camera operators touches Tom’s arm and says, “What’s that there?”Tom turns to her, “What, where?”“Down on the ground in the entrance. Now and then the fire swirls, then I can see something moving on the ground there.”Tom moves behind the camera and he focusses it onto the rough area she describes, he sees nothing, but he waits a. I succumbed only twice in the first two years, both were one-night-stands with colleagues, neither was particularly memorable. David knows about them both and has confessed to twice this number himself. Knowing him and his maths, this means he probably slept with half a dozen girls during that time, but we don’t compete on numbers.It was a very pleasant existence during which we grew closer and closer. David is an easy person to live with and to my surprise, it appears I am too. We could have. “Want some tea?” he offers, looking through some cabinets. “Sure,” Amber says, sinking easily into his and Seth’s squeaky couch, making herself comfortable as she brings her knees into her chest. “Where’s Seth?” “Sleeping,” Dylan says as the water begins to settle down from its boil. “That’s good—that’s something both of you need to do right now.” Then Dylan walks over to her, holding an enticingly warm mug of tea that wafts into her nose like incense. He sits next to her, “I think it’s what.