"I think I'll go to bed now. It has been a wonderful evening"The Henson's said their goodnights as they walked up the stairs. Danielle made her way ...o her room. What was she afraid of? Why shouldn't she enjoy Kyle's company? She heard the two lovers go into their bedroom like they had done thousand times before. Maybe this is what kept them happy, understanding. Danielle made up her mind. She would give them what they wanted. She would tell Sarah in the morning.***Danielle liked what. He was no connoisseur of wines and drank only on special occasions, but a rosé seemed a safe bet and grabbed a bottle, too.Just when they were at their lowest, Clark’s discovery was truly a treasure trove. He had no misgivings looting this house. His earlier condemnation of the “bastard” faded quickly from his mind as he exited the back door excited to return back up the mountain. Along with the three bags from the other house, he took only one bucket of meals, enough to feed him and the girls. "You lie sir!" she averred, "Oh what is the use," she cried and she held her head in her hands."He tore your shift?" I asked, "Then you may borrow my shirt." Such generosity," she said with a level of sarcasm that reassured me."Oh be quiet," I scolded, "Twas not my idea!" I protested again and I found a freshly laundered shirt which I handed her.It was late, I needed to sleep, so I undressed, put on my night shirt and climbed abed with her, and she slapped me with the palm of her dainty hand.I. Pretty much all of the other guys had gone home and there was probably just two or three of us working up there, sorting things out, running cables and stringing lights. I heard sounds coming from other parts of the floor but it pretty much felt like I was alone, and I was happy about that, I had a lot to think about. I'd guzzled a large coffee to keep me going and now I had to piss, bad. I dropped the heavy-duty cables I'd been carrying and headed for the bucket. The bucket was really just a.