"Cute. We'll have plenty of time to swim thoughthere's a lot planned. Now we need to let these guys take ourpictures."A photographer arranged Krissy a...d Timmy near the door. The closer hebrought Timmy to Krissy the more Timmy's face darted aroundalternating between fear and a kind of weird hysteria. "Smile Timmy,"the photographer said, "let the other Krissy fans know how excitingthis is."Timmy's face settled on a kind of pathological smile and thephotographer said, "let's smile a wee bit. You remember; Who, When, Where, What, and Why. Let's take them one at a time. Who; I don't care nor do I want to know; if I did know I'd end up in jail for assault or possibly murder. When and Where we can lump together; when was last night and where was in a motel room, at least this time. I don't know the other times or other places, although I'm sure there were several.What; I guess we both know the What of your little affair, don't we? And finally the Why; maybe the excuses from that. Nick hadn't called her and he hadn't shown his face at all. She had no idea what happened but she was glad for this absence. But it was just that ... An absence. The war with the asshole was definitely not over and sooner or later she would have to think of something more permanent to keep him away from her.How was she supposed to do that? Her mother had passed away 2 years ago when she was still in college and she had no one apart from Georgia to take care of her. Being alone in this world. ‘That was incredible.’ She wiggled her arms around him and nudged him up to the pillows, drawing the quilt over them. Her head was in the crook of his neck and he brought a shaky hand to her side, stroking her from breast to hip. Recovering, he pressed her to him, circling her nipple with his fingers. She covered his hand with hers. ‘It’s okay,’ she whispered, kissing his cheek. ‘Oh, I know it’s okay. It’s more than okay,’ he said mischievously, his eyes fixed on her hardening nipples. ‘Mm,.