‘Thank you for driving me home. I really don’t know what came over me. I know that I was terribly lonely, but I’m most grateful that you didn’... take advantage of the situation. Thank you, you were wonderful.’ Later that morning Peter rang Jennifer’s extension but was surprised when her Personal Assistant answered. ‘Could I speak to Miss Blake, please?’ The male voice was insistent. ‘Who is calling?’ ‘Peter O’Brien.’ ‘I’m afraid she’s out.’ The line went dead. By the time evening arrived, Peter. The taxi driver had helped me in; the seats were alongside, and as I got in I had to bend as I turned round to sit in the seat across from the sliding door. Even if I had wanted to, I don't think I could have prevented the driver from looking right down my front. I am sure he had a good look, because he was out of his door and around helping me out when we arrived at Bakken at a speed I have rarely seen from a taxi driver. It was actually more fun than arousing, but at least the night of fun. She answered on the second ring and sounded relieved to hear from him. ‘Have you found out anything?’ she asked carefully. He decided not to tell her about Riley, not yet. ‘Not much. How’s Jack?’ ‘He misses you already,’ she told him. He smiled. ‘I miss him too.’ ‘Just him?’ ‘No, actually,’ he admitted, then teased, ‘I’m also missing Edna something fierce. You know, if I were a few years older, you might have reason to worry.’ ‘Oh really?’ she said, but her voice was lighter, less strained. As my dad and my brother set up camp we went to check out the site and found a small football pitch and 15 meter swimming pool not far from it. We checked out the toilet facilities and they were better than we expected. We went back to the tents and had something to eat. After I took Sam my brother for a tour round the campsite and shown him a cool treehouse I had found when I got up Sam got up here with me and it was really Cool. It had NME and other music magazines up there and board games.