"What do you need Ginger?" Ryan asked in a smooth and friendly manner, as he stood behind the door, opening it just enough to poke his head out."Well,... Ginger began sheepishly, biting her lip, "I left my key at home, and my mother won't be home till about six, or so, and I was wondering if maybe I could just hang out with you."Ryan pretended to think about it for a second, before finally saying, "Sure, why not?" as non-chalantly as he could.He stepped back, and opened the door wide enough to. He pulled back, suckling gently on my lower lip with his teeth before letting it go. I opened my eyes, letting out the breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Mark, I love you." "I love you, too."I held his hand as we made our way to the Baggage Claim, pausing every now and then to exchange kisses."So, what do you think of me after all these years? Am I what you expected?" I had only been on and off with pictures of me, and I knew he hadn't seen a recent one of me."You're beautiful,". As I said, we live in the same block of flats and I wanted to know if there was anything I should be concerned about.”“And why did you go to a wine bar with Mr Chandler last evening?”That threw me. “Sir, I have a right to know, am I under surveillance? Who is she, and what’s going on here?”The DCI looked at Reagan who nodded to him.“Actually, you don’t have the right to know anything. Miss Reagan is from one of our Intelligence Agencies and no, you are not under surveillance. Now answer her. I saw her headed back for the bus before I came upstairs, still naked as a jay. George was right behind her." Is that okay?" Joanne asked."What about Dawn?" I jumped in."Oh, Dawn was right behind them," Elaine laughed. "I think George is having his horizons broadened this summer." Do we need another clan meeting about kindness and respect?" I asked. I didn't blame George. Dawn was one of those girls who really looked a lot better naked than dressed and she'd set her sights on him the first.