Davis didn't either. Laid her head on his chest as their fingertips trailed one another."He didn't hurt you, did he?" she whispered after a while. "�... Not this time," he replied. Ms. Davis shut her eyes."You can stay -" "I know," he cut her off. She'd offered permanency before.Ms. Davis accepted his answer. He had his reasons, and she knew him well enough to guess what the main one was: He wanted to keep those he cared about safe. To her knowledge, she and Kevin were the best people he had in. I glared into the counter top as Al pumped faster and faster, then spewed his wad up into me and backed off with a sigh.I think it wasn't until hours later, that it hit me. I was hanging from my wrists from a tree branch, and had been for over an hour.I was seething with rage, and then it suddenly occurred to me that they might not let me go at all, that this wasn't just a delay on their part, that they really didn't intend to let me got... ever. The thought stunned me for several long moments. I would encourage him to spend more time with his friends, reassuring him that I had done just fine at entertaining myself before he and I hooked up together. I would do this ... later. Right now, I wanted to "occupy" my man for just a little longer.We waved goodbye to the three of them and Teddy's other friends. Dinner had been at the local Pizza parlor, drinking beer out of plastic pitchers and greasing up our intestines with Meat Lovers and Supremes. I knew I'd have to do some heavy. ”Yes, I know, I write the same resolution every year but it’s what I want, isn’t it? I mean, why force yourself to give up chocolate or vow to torture your body at the gym every day? Does that actually make anyone happy? Not me. My resolution is fucking good fun and it’s achievable. I’m shockingly good at accomplishing it.And so is Saskia. Tart.I’m waffling again…Okay, here’s how things went down. At five minutes to midnight, Rob escorted us both upstairs. The flat was rammed: seventeen.