Caz asked me one night if I would like to go out to a steakhouse for dinner or get some pizzas delivered to our room. I didn’t particularly care and...told her that. She blew up. “For God’s sake make a decision, please.” And she stormed off. I found her an hour later in the bar, back in the middle of a group of people dancing, laughing and doing shots. I went up to her and said, “Let’s go to the steakhouse.” “Well, it’s about fucking time you made a decision. Let’s go. I’m famished.” It was such. As the shirt slipped onto the floor I leaned in close enough for her to feel my breath on her bare skin. If she wanted out, this was the time. I entwined her hair in my fingers and pulled while bringing her body closer to me. I kissed her lightly at first along her neck up to her ear. I can feel her tense against me, can feel the struggle already. I move my hand down to her stomach; l linger there while I try to read her expressions. When I unzip her zipper she looks away quickly. I'm balanced. When she had stumbled again on arriving at our house and Simon had held her up, she kissed him on impulse as a thank you for being such a gentleman. She was so pleased that he was so happy and it seemed a natural thing to do.She felt bad when she had seen me, but when I left the room they continued to flirt as if they were on a date. When I went to bed and after a couple more whiskies, Maggie had drank much more than she was used to and she was feeling uninhibited. She couldn’t remember. I happen to know that Emily does too. Whenever we used to get a new trading account summary, she was always looking over my shoulder as soon as I got around to opening it. Having you taking care of her that way meant a lot to her, to all of us." We're flying home on Thursday night, and I'll be leaving for the clinic, from there, on Monday morning. Mama wants me to spend time Friday over at her house. She still wants to bend my ear some more about Brenda. It will be late Thursday when we get in,.