I hope I have a chance to speak withhim." I think both of you had better start using the correct pronoun. Samis a woman. She's your sister Charlotte a...d your daughter Angela. Sheused to be my husband, but I don't know what she is now."Charlotte disappeared and Chris finished off her tea, Angela seemedwrapped up in her own thoughts."Sam is still okay and has improved slightly. Now I suggest we allgo to bed and I'll take both of you to visit Sam tomorrow. Chris,I've got a few things that may fit. "Shit," she muttered out loud. Phil looked up from his bowl and met her gaze. He didn't seem to be mad or angry as she had feared, but he didn't seem to be happy either. Sort of a mild 'who gives a fuck' stare was coming from his eyes."Phil, I'm sorry about last... ," Suzi said to break the ice, but was quickly interrupted."Last night. What were you thinking? I've never made any advances toward you, nor have I give you any idea that I would like to even consider doing what I found myself. He quietened when I proffered a handful of pellets, snuffling them up greedily, his breath warm on my hand.Checking that the brake was on, I left him and went for tea. After tea, a substantial meal, as dinner was to be only soup and sandwiches, I accompanied Rebecca to the Pump Shed to keep her company during her short, two hour shift. She whipped 'Hercules' into motion, and we sat and watched him trudge around on his endless journey. Rebecca enlivened the occasion by relating some of her. I figured he had had second thoughts.I had second guessed it too. Was it really a good idea to be fucking one of my classmates? Probably not. On school weekends I usually travelled and checked into the hotel before going to class. I got there about an hour early. Good. There was time to take my bags up, grab a bottle of water, relax a little bit. He was sitting in the lobby. I actually didn't see him at first. I went straight to the counter and gave the lady my name. She pointed at him and said.