She was looking at him intently, smile gone. He gulped and f***ed his eyes back to the road. My god, he thought, what the hell is happening? ‘Mr. Ro...seau?’ she asked a moment later. ‘Hmm?’ ‘When you were dating, back in high school, did you ever date a cheerleader?’ His voice sounded small as he said, ‘No.’ ‘Did you ever…make out with one?’ ‘No,’ his answer squeaked out. There was a momentary pause that seemed to last forever before she asked, in a near whisper, ‘Do you want to?’ And there it. She was from Alberta, Marsha remembered, but she didn’t quite know how far that was. Kathleen had freckles and reddish hair. She was Marsha’s height but thinner. Marsha liked her. She was sweet with her and kissed her on the cheek when they met in front of the dance hall. Marsha kissed her back and they walked in holding each other by the waist, like two lovers. They danced together most of the time. Sometimes another girl would ask one or the other (usually Kathleen) but they would pair off. The baby was fast asleep when i got to the end of the wine,which was already double what I would drink as Elaine usually had half.So I helped myself to a few cans off cider.Now there wasn't any flirting or anything going on,never was.I'm straight.Totally.....Anyway,3 in the morning and I'm pissed and I tell Tom,time for bed,and I go in to the bedroom,strip naked,and crawl into bed,leaving Tom to finish off his beer.Some time later,I have no idea how much later,I feel Tom snuggling behind. This was one of Gillian’s cells: a converted utility closet with a heavy copper airline running through it. The room had barely any space at all in it, but at least it was more than he had afforded the Candyman in the Mako’s hold. ‘Well, time to leave,’ Max said under his breath to himself. He stood the best he could with his sleeping feet and he began to wrench on the pipe he was cuffed to, twisting it in its fittings. Max hoped they hadn’t fixed it since the last time Gillian had caught him..