"Stay here," I said to the girl, pressing her flank. "I'll try not to hurt him."I drew my bayonet, watched the girl's fiancé look down at his weapon ...nd took a step toward him, blade extended. I smiled as the other young man made to reload his gun, spilling powder on the ground in his haste. I took another step and we were eight paces apart.Jimmy raised his weapon, put his other hand on his wrist to steady himself and pointed the pistol right at me. I watched his knuckles whiten, took two steps. Toileted once more, Terry made tea, and they sat quietly contemplating the day. The doctors had said that Patty would be home before the months end, so there was light at the end of the family tunnel.Neither being capable of driving, even if they had a car now, the lad being too young and mum incapable, Mr Tart offered to take them every other day, as long as they paid the fuel. They ate, watched telly then bedtime loomed, he locked up and together they went up the wooden hill. Again, he. My head was full of questions. Were we going to be intimate? How many rooms were booked? How many beds?The thing is, to be honest, I'd not really been that engaged with the whole "I'm coming back for you" thing. The practical upshot of me saying "Well, you want me back, you work it out" was that I was not really involved – everything was happening to and for me, I wasn't instigating any of it, nor was any great emotion at the events themselves required on my part. I just sat back and enjoyed. They went to the unit and looked it over. Jason carried Fran over the threshold and they both laughed. It was very nice, one bedroom and a kitchen and a view out over the lake. On the patio was a hot tub. The water was already on and heated.Fran told him that to celebrate their first day of marriage she wanted to put on a good show for him. She turned on some soft but sexy music, danced around a little and slowly stripped out of everything but her wedding vial. He stood there with a big smile.