" Ivy nudged Willow and they both looked up at the sky. "Looks like it might rain." "They did call for some light rain," Clay broke in. "That's why we... suggested everyone bring ponchos. Still, it shouldn't be too bad, according to our last report." "It might be nice," Willow said. "I mean, a little rain never hurt anyone, and on Earth Day, we can't begrudge the plants some water, right?" "Stop it, Willow. You're scaring me. You're…giddy," Ivy murmured. "Maybe a little. So what?" Willow grinned.. ‘Fuck Adam, you are one fucking sex machine mate – what are you on? I want some!’ Adam just grinned and went in search of his clothes. ‘I’d better see him out I suppose. Don’t get anything up to anything…’ I quipped and went in search of Adam. I found him in the lounge on his phone – must have been the girlfriend – telling her he would be home in 10 minutes ‘Just leaving the pub’. My turn to grin. ‘You are always welcome to stop for a pint anytime at this local Adam. Always a welcome here…’. Others said “Tanqueray” and “Bombay Sapphire.” Among the bourbons were “Jefferson’s Presidential” and “Kentucky Gentleman,” both of which sold for more than $300 a bottle. There were also bottles for the expensive brandies and cognacs being held for after dinner. Also clearly visible were a number of ultra cheap store brand liquors.Jonathan Bascomb’s face turned a shade of deep red, but before he spoke I whipped out my ID and began to recite the Miranda warning. “You can remain silent or. Refusal to talk to me... just talking at me. Insisting on a separation like this was insane. If we had problems, which we indeed did now for sure, we should have been in counseling at the very least. Instead she had chosen some obscure path to trying to find herself and leaving me out of the loop.Paige:I wish I had never moved out. My 'poor me' attitude had pushed me into it, and now I was in danger of losing my husband. Clarifying moments come rarely to some, and I was one of those. In some.