A spark of a plan came to me. “You know where my room is upstairs, and you know which is the spare room. It’s all ready for you as I was expecting...you to stop over. Why don’t you go up and choose which room you want to be in? I’ll clear up in here and follow you in about five minutes.”I let the idea float around the silent room. She still held my gaze and her hands still nestled comfortably in mine, but I could almost hear the thoughts running pell-mell around her head. After what seemed like. Is your boyfriend's name Greg?” Jolene asked softly worried this plan would backfire, as Sasha nodded slowly, “I hope he has talked to you about me and Danny. May I say that you are simply stunning.” Sasha thought for a while, looking at Jolene as she did, thinking of the stories Greg wrote and tried to hide from her. “You want to sleep with Greg, don’t you? You want to take him from me don’t you?” Sasha asked trying not to feel down, thinking Jolene could have Greg easily. “So, he has talked. Ah cannae control me-self and..."Abigail cocked her head and sighed, shaking it as she spoke. "Yer just..." Ah know," Alistair muttered with despondency in his voice. "But ah need practice," he cried. "Abigail..."She sniffed. "I ain't being a sex teacher for ya," she spat. "I want someone who can do it. I got needs too."Alistair sniffed and bit his lip. A couple more tears formed in his eyes, and he looked at the two girls. "But ... but ... Abigail. Ah love ye. Yer lovely gal and ah wanna marry. She was chatting with a black haired, muscled guy near the bonfire. “I’m 24” she said in her loud, penetrating voice, looking at this guy smiling brightly.“Hah, I’m 25. You drink!” he grinned and handed Gini a bottle of tequila, urging her to take a sip and not permitting her to let off the bottle before she took three big gulps. He was cheating in this game, because James knew that the guy was only 23. Gini looked drunk but she really could take a lot. James walked up to her from behind,.