He’ll sit up and go back to his desk, only to return minutes later. I lay on my side, my head propped on my hand, and I look down at him. He comes c...oser, and I stretch my arm out towards him, welcoming him. He pushes his hand between my legs, and I grasp onto it. He rests his chin on my knee, and our eyes lock. Not a word is spoken, but we understand what’s not being said. He’ll lay his head down, and his free hand strokes across my knee. His fingers tighten on mine for a moment, and he lets. "There was a lot more talk about that after you left. Joist told everyone to stop worrying about what was going on there, that he had an arrangement with the people involved, and that was the end of it." Scatter said. "If you mentioned to anyone in the village that you were investigating the smugglers, word will get to them."I had to think back on our conversation in Oereia. We had never gotten past the revelation about Spray and Scatter's banishment. Our purpose remained unknown."We didn't. She was meticulously put together and wore clothes that to my untrained eye looked expensive, her hair was bleached blonde and every inch of her face covered in makeup and her eyebrows were ludicrously well maintained. It was a quiet Sunday shift and Gemma was sitting next to me when Sara, wearing a light summer dress which was sleeveless, stretched upwards, arching her back and thrusting her ample chest out. It could have just been a stretch, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile she. They were very loud and very vulgar in their appreciation of our new bikinis.The silence that had surrounded us was replaced by a quiet buzz of conversation. We didn't have to guess what everyone was talking about. Tawney and I were anxious to lie down on the blanket so that we were as inconspicuous as possible. But before we could, Jeff said, "Why don't you two go on in and see how the water is?"Fuck!Oh well. We knew this was going to happen. This was why he brought us here. This was why he.