Or perhaps it was: how hard to really live up to your principles.Just after midnight, he got a message from Shahia saying that she would be home in a ...ew minutes. He woke Alyssa up, and together they made Hassan's bed with the blankets he'd left by the heater. They'd just finished that when Shahia and Hassan arrived home in a taxi. He went out with an umbrella to help get Hassan in through the storm.Suddenly the small house was a whirlwind of activity for a few minutes, until they got Hassan. She pressedthem against her face, practically rubbing the smell into her own softskin, sniffing deeply every once in a while to get a powerful kick ofpleasure. She fell backwards on to the bed with a bang and moaned loudly.Sitting up, she examined the pants further and noticed that she had onlyworn these once before, which was rare, and she remember loving them.These were extra tight and the colour was a washed out purple which shesuspected her dad had not been too fond off. But he had worn. Ten minutes later, he reached her small and very untidy flat, which comprised a single room with an ensuite bathroom. He was starting to see why Katie was so keen to make a go of her recent inheritance. He picked up her tiny denim shorts that she worn the day before and that had evidently missed the early morning wash. He held the soft worn denim against his face where he could smell her scent magnified from many many wears. He quickly folded them up and put them down. What was he doing? Why. All was okay topside, and after running through my mental list I sat on the cabin roof and went over the day's events. This had started out to be just another aimless -- mindless? -- excursion, and suddenly I was realizing that I'd been doing these mindless things all along. I had been on autopilot for too long, and someone had just switched it off, and I was flying – or sailing, actually, by the seat of my pants. And now that someone had just come up topside, dressed in jeans and a blouse, (a.