”“Oh, Lord!”“Marriage.”“Yes, my one!”“It’ll be a bit of demand: emotional, time-wise, expense...”“Go on.”“So I think it ough... to be once you’ve finished all your exams.”“Snap! July next year?”Grace nodded. “Actually, I don’t think we need worry about expense too much. As an only daughter I’m sure Dad will cough up and anyway I don’t want a great expensive do, just family and close friends.”“Let’s go for it.”That meant a happy and protracted cuddle.They did manage to eat the supper that Grace. The other three were dismayed upon hearing the news that Burnside was the only professor teaching the introductory Theory of Economics class. Then came the real surprise, the news about Cecilia's offer to help Jason pass the class. Jason concluded:"I think you guys should stay enrolled. If Cecilia can help me, maybe I'll be able to help you."Lisa thought over the whole situation between the RA and her breakfast companion and changed the topic. "You know, Jason, she likes you. You understand. They were different from the others. In pristine condition, wrapped in protective jackets, these were her books – two juicy erotic romances written by Lucy Thomas.Lucy smiled. Always a bookworm, making the transition from paperback reader to paperback writer had long been her ambition and achieving it filled her with glowing pride. The reality of writing for a living, however, was not what she'd envisaged. She hated the pressure of deadlines and, already behind with novel number three, writing. I had regained paradise. And then, along came Vanessa and fucked it all up. Now I know what you are going to say. Compared to the curses with which so many of the people of the world are afflicted, Vanessa is not that bad. I know. I could have cancer, or be a quadraplegic, or a World Wrestling Federation fan. And you’re right. But if I said, ‘Yippee, hooray for Vanessa, she’s the sexiest girl a guy ever got to share his island paradise with,’ I’d be kicked out of the Ernest Hemingway Fan Club,.