.." he whispered, stroking her hair gently."I... I'm sorry... I said I wasn't going to drink last night... I don't remember drinking..." he recognised...the hitch of tears in her voice, and bent down to kiss her cheek."You didn't... someone spiked your drink..." he assured her, which settled her a little. "Can I get you anything?" he calmed himself, staring at his hand in wonderment, wondering if he dared put it back."A drink of water might be nice." She snuggled against his thigh, and suddenly. She must have sensed the same and unwrapped her arms. She gave me a quick look, almost apologetic, and walked over to her backpack. ‘Look at me,’ she sniffled, ‘my makeup is ruined. Oh, Liam, I’m sorry, it’s all over your chest!’ She covered her mouth as she giggled.'Shucks, ma’am, it’s nothin.' I tried my best Hoss Cartwright to lighten the mood. ‘Well, then,’ she purred and glided closed. There was a wildness in her eyes that completely replaced the unpleasantness just seconds ago. ‘Go. I stuffed and sealed each envelope respectively and stamped them. I then made two more copies for the co-conspirators.I saw them both turn their heads in my direction when they heard me exit my office."I'll be right back," I said heading for the front door. "I have something for the mailbox." Mailbox?" my wife questioned. "Can't that wait, we have to talk..."I was out the door before she could complete what she was saying. I walked to the corner and mailed all three copies of my deposition. A. It’s been her dream for a few years to work out of the Vancouver hub for the airline. She fully expects it means she’ll get to do some international travel. They have a lot of flights around the Pacific, and she expects she’ll be able to work on some of those routes. It all came together almost overnight, and she was all packed up and ready to go on Monday. She was so excited.”Matti laughed and said, “If we knew each other a little better, I’d put in my application for Yvonne’s old position as.