By lunchtime, she had bought bags and bags of stuff so I whistled up another taxi and sent him off back with her purchases to drop back at my place wh...le we went for lunch."Are you sure it's all right?" she said. "I've spent masses of money." Yeah, I'm sure," I confirmed."You are good to me," she said with a giggle. "You must let me be good to you later." Look, sis," I said pointing my knife at her. "I told you last night about that. You're my sister, for gods sake." Doesn't mean I can't be. “Am I now forced to eat breakfast standing up while everyone else sits down? How will Robert react? He likes it when the whole family sits down to eat together. How do I explain it to him?”Donna moved towards the table, her vagina aching with every move.“I must read as much of the rules as possible. I must look for ways to get around them, find loopholes ... Or else Robert will find out, and ... But what am I saying? This weekend I’ll end this charade, we’ll run off, and I’ll tell him. But in the back of his mind he had been planning it all along, knowing that Steve, as well as Amiee, was a creature of habit. He couldn’t hold his liquor and never had been able to. Planting the suggestion for the party had all been part of the plan. Robert had almost from day one planned for everything to turn out exactly as it was going. It was Cinco de Mayo again, seven years to the day that he had caught them in bed together. Seven years, the approximate same length of time that his. “Who are ..are you” she stammered. “This Is my house, who” then I remembered. “Holly.” “Who are you”“I’m John” She stared back at me. You came back here from the bar. You fell asleep on my couch“did we … you know”“No, at least I don’t think so. I haven’t been drinking so I think I would have remembered”“You mean you brought a drunk girl to your house and then didn’t sleep with her”“ya”“Why did you bring me here”“You wanted to come here, I didn’t realize you were drunk till we got here.”“oh.