I even stopped talking to Ashley again, because every time I saw her, I was reminded of him. It was Saturday night, and Kayla decided she needed to do...something to cheer me up. She broke out the vodka and ordered a pizza, and the three of us had a "cheer up" night.Once again, however, the game truth or dare came up, except this time it got real. I'm not sure how much Dylan told her about us, but she was undoubtedly on a mission to achieve...Something."Ok Dylan, truth or dare?" said. Then she saw my mangled car parked on the street."Oh my God, Ian! What happened?!" I, uh--I rear-ended a guy on the way here. It's no big deal. It's still drivable, and the headlights work, and—uh—nevermind."Corrine's beautiful blue eyes turned wet with worry, and she spun to shout to her dad that she was heading out for the night.We took her car."Do you need to see a doctor?" she demanded."No—look, I'm fine, I promise." Ian, I am so sorry about your car." I didn't drive down here to talk about. And not each other, either. We've never done that. Only ourselves." Why were you doing it?" Well, we were, um, we'd been swimming, um, well, you were swimming and, um, we got, uh, looking at you and we, um, well, we just got, uh, you know, looking at you in your bikini and all," I said nervously.She smiled and leaned forward and softly kissed my cheek. She then took my hand and led me out of the pool and into the house. As we entered, she looked back at Paul and said, "Paul, you come, too. I. This justseemed too easy."You stay in touch," she warned. "I will be packing up tomorrow andleaving, but here are all the contacts that you will need. Make sureyou call me."---We did not stay out late. We had an early dinner and went to bed, sothat we could get up and drive to Garrison City leaving well beforedawn. I had some sleep and dreamt again - this time about being rich.But instead of dreaming about fast cars and speedboats, and cocktailsaround the pool accompanied by scantily.