She heldher right arm up for a moment, snapped her fingers, and a rulerappeared. "Draw the straightest line you possibly can."Bewildered, I picked up ... pencil and took the ruler from her hand. Idrew the line perfectly."Now close your eyes."I complied, and felt fingers trace across my closed lids."Now open them, but look right at the line, nothing else."When I opened my eyes, the line had taken on a curve. Just to the side,I saw another, straighter line, one that seemed to go on forever.. ”“Sounds yummy,” said Tarryn. “See you soon.”About forty minutes later, Tarryn and Tessa rang the doorbell. Sophie let them in and hugged each of them in turn, giving them warm kisses on the lips.“You're making me want to eat you instead of breakfast,” giggled Tessa.“Let’s eat and then eat,” said Sophie, giggling along.Over breakfast, Sophie told the two young women what had happened to her, about Ig being in jail, about her sinking into despair, and Doc rescuing her.Tessa and Tarryn hugged her. "He left the room and returned with a Paul Smith t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Gwyneth was puzzled. "Why do you keep your clothes in a different room?"Aidan grimaced ever so slightly, an almost imperceptible movement of the face."This isn't my room, love," he said gently, not wanting to offend her."Oh, okay." Gwyneth felt put out. Of course this wasn't his room, she reminded herself. She wasn't the girlfriend, didn't belong here, and this wasn't a relationship. Truth be told, she felt slightly. "Hi, to you too, Sir. I'm Vicky." No. I'm sorry," he stammered. "High. How high? The plane?"Nervous flier, she thought. The plane's nearly empty, I bet I could sit here and hold his hand the whole way. And if he got really nervous, he might need a cuddle, too, she thought mischievously."Vixy Vixen!" she heard from behind her in the aisle.Ah, crap; Celeste. Celeste was the latest in a lifetime of girls who constantly demoted Vicky to the second or third prettiest girl in any given room. Vicky.