Was I wrong?I don’t know how long I sat there but when I put my coffee cup to my mouth, it was cold. I got up and splashed my coffee furiously down ...he sink and rinsed my cup. After filling it again I held it in both hands against my chest and breathed in the smell as I felt it warm my sternum.‘Am I overreacting?’ I thought, ‘have I gone off the deep end about this?’ I sipped more coffee and I went back to the computer to look at the internet link again. It’s different colour now made it stand. “Black helicopter? Heavily armed?” Melissa yell over the wind and churning water.“Friends of yours?”“Not really. It seems we weren’t invited to the party.”“Party crasher!” he jokes trying to relieve some of the stress and tension. He doesn’t know if it helps any so he just tightens his grip and hopes his partner has a plan.Melissa smiles despite their current situation. Leave it to Jonathan to make a joke. He is a hard man to warm up to but once you do he is full of fun. She only hopes to make. Sure, there was the sex and the strippers and the booze, but frankly – there was little she couldnt enjoy in the peace and quiet of her own home. Without the blaring music, the flashing lights, the drunk freshers from the universities making passes at barely-legal fifteen year-olds. She was not a fan of crowds. The mediated turn-by-turn dialogue of a chatroom, certainly, but not this thing… so many people, all talking to each other, where you have to grab at every little pause in conversation. For whatever reason (call it romanticism, false morality, or weird thinking) they had not really had full intercourse until their wedding night. And the amazing thing was that fucking, along with the other intimate things they had done with each other, had only gotten better and better. Even as they often watched their married friends drift apart in their sexual lives, they seemed to find the magic that even the gods envy. From that first thrilling but obviously inept union on their wedding.