"Dawn Avenue," Frank replied. "We were stopped at the red light there. Manny had just gotten done ranting about losing the softball game when the mini...an pulled up in the lane next to us." Heading in the same direction?" Right. We were on the inside lane and the minivan was on the outside. The minivan dude was just a little in front of us, just enough for Manny to get a good look at him." And what was the minivan driver doing?" Nothing," Frank said. "He was sitting there behind the wheel of. There was an icon indicating an incoming message. He scrambled awake, spinning the trackball to mouse over the symbol. He clicked the icon, and a simple text message displayed.-WHO IS THIS?-Simple and to the point, fair enough. Now that this unknown function had been activated, he was able to reply by simply clicking the option beneath the original message. How insultingly basic after all the time that he had spent trawling the operating system searching for just such a function. He typed out. ”“Was it good? No regrets?”“I just can’t describe it,” Suzy replied, “l know you always told me how good it feels to be fucked but l could never imagine it would feel like that. I do love you Chloe, l remember saying that and l mean it, l love you with all my heart, l’ll do anything for you, l love you so much.” Tears started flowing down her cheeks as she spoke.“I love you too Suze,” Chloe said, kissing her gently, “you are the best, the very best. We’re going to have so much fun together,. I kissed her. Her eyebrows shot up and she stopped talking and smiled demurely!I put my arm round her. She snuggled up to me and we looked at the mile upon mile of grape vines that slipped past the car as we drove. The silence was punctuated by just an occasional comment or question from Sylvie's mother. If her mother realised what caused such a change in her daughter's behaviour she never let on; but she did have a rather enigmatic smile for several days after whenever she saw us together.I.