My unconscious brain must have been hard at work because as the lights came on and blinded me again, I knew who it was.The last time I'd seen her was ...That Night" and the last time we'd talked was not a pleasant memory. She had told me to "Never speak to me again." And I hadn't. After a couple of months, it still hurt too.I remember getting annoyed then. After telling me to piss off and never have anything to do with her again, she shows up and somehow convinces my room mate that it's a good. I hadn’t gotten lubed up enough, it was worth it. Something about Steve though, something was different. It had been like that the last few times we were together. It wasn’t personal or intimate at all, just a little progressively aggressive, a little more violent each time, he was treating me like property. . . . . . . I didn’t know if I wanted to be Steve’s property anymore. He had been having really bad mood swings, worse than usual. In the beginning he would always try to blame it on the. Chrissie's room-mate should have been Helene but Helene had taken herself back to her parents' place, not wishing to sit out the concerts, so Chrissie had a room to herself. As it was, she and her admirer ate together that evening and continued to chat until it was time to retire to bed.Meanwhile, Thistle had deposited her very happy passengers back at the Ha'penny Pier around six o'clock and set off to make the night passage back to Maldon.While it was still light, after they'd entered 'The. “Mark,” I whispered. I kissed his cheek and turned his face so I could kiss his mouth. We kissed like teenagers, holding each other as if the moments together would be our last. “Say it,” he whispered, wiping a tear off my cheek. “Walrus,” I softly replied. “No, baby girl. Say it.” I grinned and he helped me from the hood of the car. Standing near each other, gazing into his eyes, I said what was in my heart. “I love you.” He leaned over and kissed the skin right by my ear. “I love you.” He.