"It wasn't bad, and how did your day go?" Good. Had fun with Tiffany. She's very pretty don't you think?"Out of the blue she hits me with a personal q...estion. How am I to answer? Is she fishing for something? She continues down the stairs and plops herself beside me, something that would not have happened two days ago. She'd never sit within arm's length of me for fear of me nailing her for pissing me off. Her scent engulfs me, a stark reminder of her kisses last night. She looks at me, her. “No, not that, tell me about what happened at the party.” The impudence of his answer only exaggerated her deliberate tone. He felt a burning surge welling up his body and prickle his cheeks. “Come again?” His feigned nonchalance did not work. The expression of bewilderment on his face laid bare his inability to recall precisely what did happen at the party. He could feel his synthetic confidence ebbing away from him and it was written all over his face. “I was with my friends the whole time,. After two weeks of barely sleeping and the constant stress as we dodged Sa'arm patrols and tried to find ways to eliminate their "skywatchers" so a shuttle could come and rescue Erica and me, I should want to sleep, but the relief I'm feeling of finally being home with my family has energized me. I'm sure the instant I finish this letter Violet will be dragging me to bed.To sleep! I'll play with her once I wake. Fabio already told us that we're off the roster for the next seven days.I did see. " Just one?" Have you been thinking a lot about that night since it happened?" How could I not?" And about the professor, and about those movies?" As little as I can, but more than I'd like," said Richard. He almost spilled the glass when Dwight seized his wrist as hard as he could."Don't!" said Dwight."Don't what? Drink my scotch? Hard thing to say after all you've told me." No, I mean, don't think about it. Don't think about that night, and for the love of man, stop thinking about those.