At least she would wake up in the morning satisfied that another day had gone by in her existence in this world. For him, nothing passed, things just ...hanged. And boy had they changed in the ages he’d been around. Shifting on the bearskin rug as dreams began to take control of her thoughts, Cass’ innermost thoughts began to take form in the comforting blanket of sleep, a life that was different and changed from the hurried existence that she knew now. It wasn’t necessarily slower or more rustic. Her sister Moira was fit to be tied and she was so angry that she was practically sputtering like a motorboat with no gas in the tank.I was happy that I decided not to play the devious Moira's game because it was far too demeaning to be a vengeful female's instrument of humiliation when innocence was concerned.Pamela was all calmed down now and she was clinging to me in that way that I recognized from my teenaged sisters. She was getting attached to me and that was not my purpose in giving her. I arrived early on a Friday afternoon, checked in and had a shower I decided I would put a pair of Tights on as I thought it might be a good ice breaker. Then I went to the bar. I was there about an hour, already had 3 pints when I got a text to say he had arrived. My heart started beating very fast I text back saying I was in the bar. About 10mins later he came into the bar, I stuttered I got you a pint hope you don’t mind. He smiled and said no problem. We started chatting getting to know. “You can trust me not to do anything you won’t like,” Martin said with an unflustered smile.“Can I trust you not to do anything I don’t want?” she said. “There’s a difference.”“You mean I shouldn’t think ahead,” he said. “And do something you don’t want but which I know you will like.”“What are you, a lawyer?” she teased.“I told you I did a year at uni studying law before I dropped out,” he reminded her. “And you’re doing business and administration, so you’re aware of technicalities too.”They.