Ever. And you need to admit it. And one other thing, if you want to fuck up your life permanently, tell Jennifer about Becky. Even I won’t be able t... help you pick up the pieces then. I hope and pray that Stephanie can.”“She’s just a friend. Nothing more,” I said.“Stop lying to yourself. Stephanie was right about the moth and flame.”“That’s over and done with. Can we just talk about what happened with Carla, please?”“What’s to talk about? She needed what you could give her, she got it, and now. “C’mon and hurry up, stud muffin…I want a fucking flashlight dammit!” Impatiently, she knocked on the door again and to her surprise, got a response. “Yeah?” “Oh hey…Jack…you in the shower?” Inside, Jack’s eyes bugged out as he quickly tossed his phone to the counter top and made a dash for the running shower. His lack of quick response aroused suspicion in Stacy, but she decided to wait before prodding him again. “Yep…yeah, I’m in the shower…you need something?” “Yeah, the lights are. Jessica stood up and slowly walked over to the end of the cliff where her father's car had just gone over and looked down to see the smoldering wreck of what was left of the car she had just been in minutes earlier and started to cry.After the initial shock started to ware off Jessica looked around found herself on the east 74 interstate alone and not sure what to do, turning in the direction her father had been driving she started walking, Jessica walked until the sun started to set and she. After hobbling on for a few hundred metres, but it became clear that I could not walk the hour or so back to our hotel. We sat down in a patch of browned bracken, soft enough to make a comfortable seat for two and sipped at our water bottles.“I can’t go on, it’s too painful”“I’ll go back and drive the car to the lane end, then walk up here from the lane and help you down, but it will take me well over an hour. You rest here, it’s a lovely place and you have a comfy bed in the bracken”I sat.