However the invasion did not include anything that happened inside her apartment. I drew the line on that. I didn't mind a bit of reality but I drew t...e line at porn."Actually the date was fun. I even enjoyed the Island. I didn't expect to, but it was great fun." Gwen said to me."Then you are a good sport. Most people are so hung up on sexual issues; they can't just relax and let it be what it is. One doesn't have to participate to have fun." I paused looked at her hard then asked, "So did you. "What's that for?" she asked, gasping a little at the cold as she slipped in."Well, partly because I'm likely to be standing up and don't want to get cold, and partly because... well... frankly... um..." It's not like you to be shy." I've not done this with someone that just asked me out before, either." Oh... yeah... look... um... can I... oh shitshitshitshit!" Did you want to pretend it never happened?" Can we?" If you'd like." I'm sorry... it was..." You don't have to explain." Really?" This. " That's right," I said, holding out my hand. "I'm Doug Hansen," I managed before he nearly crushed my hand in his grip. It took all my self control not to react to his stupid stunt. What the hell was he trying to prove?"Boy, you sure got yourself a great looking wife, Doug, old boy. Just your size, too," he smirked."Yeah," I agreed vaguely, "lucky me."I'd only met the guy in the last thirty seconds and already I didn't like him."Excuse me, Paul, I need to meet some of my new neighbors." Yeah.. Anne leant her head against the juddering side of the truck, and closed her eyes. A shadow fell across her and she looked up. One of the farm hands, a huge man of about forty, with three day's growth of heavy black beard, was standing, holding the bottle towards her."It might be rude to refuse," Anne thought to herself, and smiled up at him, holding her hand out for the bottle. But he ignored her hand, and pushed the bottle towards her mouth. Uneasily, but not wanting to give offence, Anne.