." Turn that off" You know I could, I've watched it enough to almost have it memorized... :" She swung at me with her free arm. I took the first arm I...had grabbed and reversed it into an arm bar. There is no answer for that kind of pain, she was off the couch and on her knees, face into the coffee table. I know my mother was sure sorry she had sent me to that fancy self defense school. I eased the pressure on her wrist enough to stop her yelling. "Mrs Westley, be quiet and listen or I'll. "I called a minute ago—" Yeah," she said. "I just got back from dinner." Isn't it kind of late for dinner?" No," she replied, trying not to sound defensive. "It's just 6:30 here." Oh, yeah," Jared said. "I had forgotten about that. What are you doing tonight?"Shelley thought for a moment. Make up something good. Nothing too outlandish and something I can tell him about when I get home."I think I might catch a show," Shelley said. "The conference was giving out tickets to see Carrot Top and I. He leans down and wraps his arms around her waist under her body. "I love you too. I just want you to have everything you've always dreamed of, and I know that includes children of your own." she murmurs against the side of his face, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He leans up and lays beside her taking her in his arms again, their jean covered legs intertwining. He kisses her forehead and lays his cheek against the top of her head, "Do you want to talk about it?" I just feel so. "Julia, let me in." I heard the bolt withdraw, though without voice to confirm the invitation. Nonetheless, I opened the door and moved into the room. She was standing on the far side of her room, looking out the window. It was a struggle to maintain "my" voice, but I spoke again as Deacon, "Julia, will you give me a chance to explain?" She just stood at her window, looking out in to the darkness. Taking her continued silence for as much consent as I was going to get, I let my.