In his mind he was praying please let it be Mindy over and over. He felthis heart soaring with hope and at the same time weighed down andsinking with ...read. The uncertainty of the last few days had gripped himso strongly, that now that some part of it may have a chance ofresolution he was utterly aware of how much it had rested on him withcrushing absolute finality.He walked over to the counter slowly, like his feet were engulfed in pitof molasses. He flipped up the counter and stepped out from. Now rays of bright morning light were shining in through the window. He tousled his mother's black hair."Mm-hmm," Ciara answered. She was already awake, but she had stayed cuddling her son until she knew Sean had woken too. "Good morning," she said, turning to look her son in the eyes.Sean met his mother's calm gray gaze and answered: "Morning, mom." He was feeling strange after the previous night, but not unpleasantly so. He could not quite stop thinking what would happen if anyone would hear. Obviously something was going on here.I felt my blood boil. First off, this asshole reminded me of every prick that picked on me in high school and before. Big, throwing his muscle and weight around, thinking he was entitled to whatever he wanted. Secondly, I hated seeing women mistreated like that. I was a softie at heart... one of those guys that vowed if I were to ever accomplish the pipe dream of getting a girlfriend, I would treat her like a goddess. Not the way these girls are. She just asked me If was settled in yet I said “yes, I was happy that I’ve now finished all my decorating!” we went on a bit more and she asked me “If I was going out tonight?” I said “no, I’m just going to chill with a couple of drinks tonight” she replied with “Same here, just going to be in on my own” I did give this a little bit of thought but thought hell with it… “Would you like to come across and see what I’ve done with the place, have a drink if you like?” Whilst saying this I just.