They were both taking refuge from the unexpected Tunisian downpour beneath a low timber roof designed to shelter deck chairs, not two women shivering ...n their swimsuits. When the rain had started, Ginny made no attempt to run for the shelter of the hotel. Too much was happening in her Anne Tyler novel at that moment to justify that. And, anyway, the rain would soon stop. But it didn’t. It got heavier and heavier, graduating from tiny dimples in the sand to an overall marshy greyness. Finally,. Wendy sat down next to me, with her little feet almost touching the ground. I waited in silence to catch my breath and figure out just how to start but Wendy beat me to it. “You said you would tell me what we are going to do when we got there Jason,” she said sweetly, “what are we going to do?” “Well... let me teach you the basics first Wendy. You’re going to need to get naked but leave your socks and shoes on since we are outside,” I explained. “Okay, she responded, quicker that I was. "SSSShhhhhh" I whispered and placed my hand gently on her back and rubbed softly."Oh Pip" she started and turned to look at me "You've always been here for me, Why?" “I don't know “I answered” But I suppose us being great mates has got something to do with it" "Well yeah" she said “But is there anything more in your heart, deeper feelings"“I I I I I don't know" I stammered "I've always found you really attractive and I reckon you'd be a great girlfriend but we're friends, just friends." Walk me. That had surprised him. He thought that Spike, hell, that he and Spike both would go first. But the raging former goddess had hurled herself into the densest part of the enemy. The grief that had seized her over Wesley's death was indeed uncontrollable, as uncontrollable as her thirst for violence, for vengeance. For a moment Angel had thought she would destroy the entire massive Wolfram and Hart strike force. But a flood of last minute arrivals had snowed her under and although she took most.