I saw the fucking booking-in form, and I watched you kiss and cuddle the prick on your walk back from the restaurant. Now don't try and take me for a ...loody fool."Sue went quiet. I could see she was trying to think of a plausible explanation. When she couldn't think of one, she changed tactics completely and turned the taps on instead. This cut no ice with me, but my parents fell for it."Give Susan a break, son. She's had a bad night," my father said."Sue's had a bad night? It's me that's had. They get an allowance, which I dole out every week.Sharon looks over their homework to see that it's done on time. We have most of our meals together, with Sharon showing me how to cook all of the things I grew up enjoying. When we have Noodles 'n' Chicken or Spaghetti, I always make that myself.The temperature here is much more comfortable than Chicago ever was. It's never gotten hotter than the mid 90's since we've been here. We're at over 7,300 feet. Snow is fleeting from what I've read, but. For the next two days she stayed away from the story site. Then on Saturday night she once again found herself alone while Don was tied up studying with his group for a big exam the next week. The idea of the escape had been kicking around in her head all this time and now she stopped and concentrated on it. Did she want one wild night to remember? Then she suddenly knew. Yes! She did. She would never leave Don, she loved him deeply, but she desperately needed this. She would never know who. When I rung the calling bell, she came to open the door. She had kept the article intact, I had to get a carry bag so that I could carry it on my scooter safely. So together we searched for one and in the meanwhile she told me that there was a fine bag but it was up on the rack. So I decided to climb up on the stool and take it. I could find out the bag but there was some old rugs along with it such that while pulling it out the whole thing came up on my face and I stepped wrongly which.