As much as the laws of her people—whatever they actually were—might say that she belonged to him, she didn’t. Although for some reason it kind o... stung that she didn’t want to stay. Maybe it was Vivian, Avery thought, as he headed into his bedroom to change into something clean. She’s always been really good at scaring other women off. Not that he actually really wanted Cypress to stay, that would be a hassle and a half. It was just that, you know, if you were going to be stuck living with a. It was almost 10 O’ clock, I was in the hall watching TV when the doorbell rang, I went and opened the door and there stood Rachel, glazed eyed, Wearing a tight light pink shirt, with two buttons undone, and a tight denim skirt that halted just above her knees, Quite obviously drunk, She stood on wobbly knee’s, Giggling in a naughty way. “You’re drunk” I said,.“Shhhhh, It’s a secret” she said.“Don’t tell mom!!!Ive never had beer before” she said, she took a step into the house and collapsed in. Father Paul turned and looked at her. Her make-up was streaked by tears that ran down her face. Her perfect blue eyes looked so sad. His heart ripped to shreds at what he was doing to her. Why was he doing it? Why didn't he just give in? “Yes, of course it means something to me but...” “Then take me. Let's be together. Who cares about the rest of the world! Who cares about your stupid church!” At this he realized what he was doing was wrong. She had said the wrong thing. The church wasn't. She didn't take shit form anybody, when she was angry or just passionate about something, she let it be known. I loved when we had debate in English because when she was heated her accent was much thicker, her eyes flickered with a little extra orange, and I knew whoever had the balls to argue with her was coming back defeated and inevitably emasculated. Day and I had always had limited interaction; always a 'hello' in the hallway and the occasional hug before a long break, nothing major. I.