At this time the two couples got up, obviously excusing themselves for the evening. Bob said something to Lyn that appeared to be about getting a ride...home and she and Will both indicated that he would give her a ride home later as they were going to stay a while longer. So here I was still nursing my first beer and eating the third or fourth basket of popcorn since I had arrived.At first they remained seated across the table from each other and sipped on their drinks and talked. As time went. I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, I don’t have a lot of faith in organized religion”Now that she was closer to the girl, Fay, she felt an almost magnetic impulse to touch her, run her hands over her skin, through her hair - despite the public setting and the nearby audience. The young girls were still staring, and Kirsten’s heart was racing. Mother was on her cell phone now, chatting away, her. The last few days had been really busy and she hadn't had the chance to get a head-start on the packing. Sam looked around the room, trying to work out what he could do to help. Then, his eyes lit up and he made his way over to the chest of drawers."I suppose I can pack up your underwear," he said, with fake weariness. "I don't want to, obviously, but I will... for you!" Lucy rolled her eyes but didn't protest. She couldn't help but smile at the adorable, cheeky look on his face. She continued. Word must have gotten out that Liz was on the way because the music critic from the newspaper was there with a photographer. The woman despised country music but had written a rave review of Liz’s San Diego show – telling all and sundry that she would be willing to travel anywhere within reason to see Liz perform again (and then proving it by driving up to Los Angeles for an encore).“A couple of questions?” the woman asked hopefully after Liz gave her a wave. Liz kept her arm around me but.