There was no sign of Mick, but he is a heavy sleeper. Booth sat at the bottom of the stairs trying to get her shoes off. Why I don’t know - but mayb... it was her presence, alone and me still randy - I went down and asked if she needed help. She looked up at me with sad bleary eyes and I could see she had been crying. Her smeared mascara and red eyes were a dead giveaway.I helped remove her white three inch high stilettos, getting some great sneaky views up her bare thick carved thighs as I. Amy told him to stop again angrily and he relented in action, but not attitude. About 30 minutes later we began chicken fighting again based on Erica's idea (excuse to flirt with Kyle). We all played, I was usually on the bottom because of my height. Sometimes the boys would be on top too, but not on me. And of course, Erica always insisted on being on Kyle's shoulders. As usual Matt was a little shit with comments and the way he played. After only being on top against Kyle, he was now up. In the bathroom, Andy turned on the taps, masking the sound of Sarah’s departure, and Michael’s exhalation. As the water ran, Sarah made her way back downstairs, passing her bedroom and it’s current occupants, oblivious to her presence. She lay on the couch, pretending to sleep as her guests cleaned up and left, trying not to rouse her. ‘What do I tell her?’ She heard Andy say. ‘Leave it to me.’ Mandy said. ‘I’ll let her down gently. We’ll have to keep this quiet though! I don’t want people. “I’ve thought about this a lot, John. I’m not pure either. We wouldn’t have met in an AA meeting if I was. Yes, that includes all the abominations of the body. I understand the cravings. Alcohol. Tobacco. Drugs. Sex. I’ve been clean and sober for twenty-two months. What I crave most is something you have in abundance. Love. Marry me, John. I will be your helper, mother of your children, strength when you are weak. But to love me, you have to love yourself. Show me you can forgive both of us our.