'Bye, Simon." 'Bye, Tricia."He did as he was told giving Joanna an additional kiss from himself."That reminds me," she said. "Zoë, we've all been inv...ted to lunch at the Carstairs' next Sunday. Can you make it?" You bet. End of term on Friday. Whew!"Joanna rang Helen and told her. The latter was delighted."And Simon bought me the most heavenly ring this morning," Joanna bubbled on."Wonderful, my dear! Don't tell me about it though. Save it as a surprise for Sunday. I really look forward to. ‘But before that Jake I think you could do with a shower too and maybe they’ll be room for two?’ she giggled, winking at Lynn in a suggestive way before taking him by the hand and leading him towards their bedroom. Jake felt no choice than to follow her lead, his thoughts so distant. As he did so he turned and looked back at Lynn, his eye’s pleading at her, his feelings for her continuing to grow by the minute. She could just make out him mouth the word ‘sorry’ before he disappeared into their. ’ ‘It’s impossible!’ Jenna started crying. A river of tears poured down her cheeks. Her lungs sobbed in grief. ‘I see what the punishment is,’ she sniffled. ‘It’s easy for me. I’m a were-cockroach!’ Afterword This isn’t a story about slavery, global warming, the collision of two black holes, a passing reference about the Indochinese war, instructional manual for terrorism, thesis about the speed difference of an African and European swallow, prediction of the super bowl 2017, religious. ‘The fact that you are sitting across from me is just so surreal.’ ‘I know,’ Angie replied, her hand sliding across the table to cover his, ‘but I’m so glad you are.’ Vic stood and went to the tray and uncovered desert. ‘I hope you like tiramisu princess,’ as he brought it over to the table. Instead of placing it in front of her he sat it to the side and moved into the bedroom, ‘don’t move,’ he ordered Angie. When he returned, he said, ‘Desert is going to be a little different princess. I am.