"Not at all," said Arnold, without asking my opinion. "The bed's big enough for three." But won't Mrs. Hill mind?" asked Tom."It's alright, Tom," I to...d him. "Arnold can sleep in the middle, if you're uncomfortable. Only a sadist would make you go back outside in this weather."Tom still looked doubtful. "If you're both sure," he said – and we assured him we were. By the light of the hurricane lamp we lit the stove and I whipped up a meal of beans and coffee from the hut's scant supplies. Then. Red faced, I jumped up to dart out of the room, when 2 arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a hard chest. “Little love, are you spying?” a soft male voice whispered into my ear. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean...I wanted to...Shower in woman's room... broken...so sorry...didn't mean to,” I stammered, as tears sprung up in my eyes. “Shh, little love. No harm done. Did you come dressed for the party, or...,” he inquired. Walking me backwards into the room, he began to trail hot, wet. She was obviously slightly taken aback, but true to her word she leant in, unfortunately out of camera sight, and lightly brushed her lips onto mine as her tongue darted into my mouth, teased my gums and then left again. She walked off and waved cheerfully while I just stood there in idiot mode as she rounded the corner. I continued on backstage down the passage she disappeared around when I almost bumped into her. ‘Trouble is, I only just met you, and wouldn’t know how to get you in’ she. Beatrice:I figured that arguing the fact that I didn't feel that I had much of anything without him wasn't smart, so I agreed with the 'separate lives' thing. I finished drying off and kissed him and waved goodbye and spent thirty minutes trying to get a brush through my hair without cream rinse. Then I did what little cleaning was required and left, locking his door behind me.Sis and Alan were still in bed when I got home, so I went in to lie down -- and discovered that I needed to change my.