We had already decided to get a taxi home as we would both be drinking, so we made our way across the road to the taxi office. “Sorry!” said the y...ung girl radio operator. “There is at least an hour wait.” “Damn!” I said mentally kicking myself for not booking a cab. The girl said that we could wait in the back room by the fire, it being such a cold night. In the room another couple were also waiting. I sat Trish down on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a rather battered. She took one of his hands in both of hers and held it on her lap. The hem of her dress rode up so high that the back of his hand was touching her bare thigh. He’d never felt anything so smooth or warm in his life.“Do you think those are bad things to be?” she asked him.“I don’t know,” he avoided answering.“Did you believe your father when he said those things?”“Not really,” Hayden replied. “I just figured he was really mad at you. He wouldn’t let us talk to each other so I had to just imagine. I took some pleasure guessing what Bart Kenesis would be doing since I'd disappeared from his prying eyes. First, he'd be cursing that he'd let me sucker him into being behind a truck and a string of cars on a narrow road where he couldn't keep me in sight. Second, he'd be checking every motel, inn, and gas station he could find. I imagined him driving around from place to place, circling and looking for my motorcycle. Given the time of day, he could probably guess that I'd stopped to stay. It would just hurt too much to face all of that once more and if I left now maybe things wouldn't progress to where I might become infatuated once more, yearning for something that I could never have.All of this must have been apparent in my face as I looked at her, preparing once again to leave, muttering some vague 'sorry, must run!' or other feeble excuse."Please stay! In fact, I'd love it if we could just go somewhere together and talk, it's almost my lunch and no one here really gives a.