"We loved watching the young birds trying to fly."Chad stood, looking around for a moment, letting the memories cover him, then he took off his shirt ...nd laid down on the roof, using the shirt as a pillow. This early in the day, the roof was still cool. As he looked up at the clouds above, Christie sat down beside him."It is so peaceful up here," she said quietly. "Thank you for showing it to me." You're welcome," he replied, glossing over the fact he didn't have a choice in the matter. If the. She knew he needed this. He pushed into her deep, lips sliding along her neck. He wished he could tell her everything he was sorry for: sorry for not explaining to her what happened in that desert, how he wasn’t able to save his friends, how he felt guilty for being the one to make it home, how he felt guilty for feeling anything close to happiness… And now he felt guilty for putting her through it all… for walking away when all she did was try to help him. He didn’t deserve her love but it. No, I joined for the art classes, as I always wanted to know how to paint. It was just good fortune that Hope Currier was in the class as well.Hope was, at that time, 88 and, in her own way, still very attractive. OK her hair has got thinner, it’s once mousey colour now silvery grey, but she carries herself well, not stooped and dresses in accordance with her generation, maintaining strong touches of femininity and even a note of sexiness. For instance, she likes to wear kitten heeled shoes and. You have to believe that." Sorry. I don't believe you. You were with him Saturday afternoon alone for over an hour and a half. In his car. Alone. I couldn't follow you to see where you went but I imagine it was somewhere you could be alone. Did you do him in the backseat of his car in some parking lot?"There was nothing but sobbing on the other end. I knew I was being cruel but when you hurt, you want to lash out and hurt the one that hurt you. I was hurting. That was my only excuse."Pete..