The insidious thing is, the deeper you become embroiled, the less you care. Just do not stop the ride to get off.Fantasy.It is early evening, perhaps ...ix thirty, when the building is much quieter. Only a few people are left. Evening classes had started. It was a time that I knew we would not be disturbed.The lock on my office door was engaged. The lights were turned down by the dimmer switch on the wall and the blinds are pulled down to the, floor at the floor to ceiling windows. As far as. ’ Aunt Doro smiled and nodded at him as he retook his seat. ‘I’m impressed,’ she admitted. Doug was certain he had noticed a twinkle in her eye at the mention of root beer. But he didn’t comment on the matter. An hour and a half later, the dishes were washed and Aunt Doro had retired to her room to watch television. Doug, armed with a swig of liquid courage and a 1957 yearbook he had dug out of the closet in the smallest bedroom (the one he had usually reserved for his science homework in high. “If you don’t mind, I’ll go and do some gardening. It will calm me down. I need to think.”John nodded and she left to change. He picked up his latest library book and settled to read. It was not long before he realised that he could not concentrate. Things were moving too fast for him.Now it seemed that Claire was fixed on a course that would end her marriage one way or another. Whether she would get an annulment from the church was doubtful, but civil divorce seemed inevitable.He felt saddened. ‘Do you wanna hang about here for a bit? There’s nobody around?’ ‘Uh, sure,’ Jess said. She didn’t think it would be that easy. They sat on the sofa and talked, and Anna poured her some wine, with Jess promising not to tell her mother. They sat opposite each other, and Jess relaxed and casually opened her legs, noticing that Anna kept glancing at her. Then Jess moved beside the tennis star, and rested a hand on her knee. ‘Um…’ Anna began, but Jess slid her hand up her thigh and pulled her skirt.