And she came over my hand. Yes, it smelt. But we did not care now. We cuddled tight and waited till our adrenaline calmed down. We enjoyed our last ki...s and we do not remember when we slept.I woke up with a jerk as I felt a hand touching my legs. I saw the mobile and it was 4 in the morning. Nakshatra was sleeping. The hand was still touching my legs as if the one whom it belonged to didn't realise that I had wake up. I sat up straight to look at whose hand it was. As I stood up, the girl in. What would Jordan do if I refused? What did Trish want me to do? If I agreed, would we be able to keep things secret? I was mulling these things and some others over in my mind when I became aware that Trish had been talking to me."Oh I'm sorry; I was trying to get my head around what Jordan has asked." I told Trish."I know, I had a hard time getting my head around it too. I'm going to leave you to think things through. Can you come over and have supper with Jordan and me tomorrow so we can. "OK, OK," he said. "You know Mark Andrews?" Gemma Andrews boy?" his mother butted in."Yes him," Paul replied. "Well he is gay, he's always fancied me, alwaystried to get me to go out with him. I sort of wondered what it would belike to be a girl and, you know, sort of have a guy." By this time his mother was in rapt attention. "Yes, yes go on," shesaid. "You can't leave me dangling now!" Well I said he could come over if I could be the girl." And did he agree?" his mother asked. I wanted to thank you for looking after me, even though you don’t like me. I’d get you flowers, but I wouldn’t know who to give them to. Anyway, thanks.’ Nathan’s sister sees her tears, and smiles at her. She pushes his wheelchair down the hall, then feeds him a shit excuse, and walks back to the room. Chantelle is still there, sitting down in a chair. She almost hates herself, she tells herself she is being silly, unable to actually talk to him, to tell him she doesn’t hate him, that she loves.