" I smile genuinelyand gratefully at Kayla's admission- as always, Dr Phillips has beenproved right, and as always, I was getting worked up over nothi...ng."It's not the fact that you're on the show that gets me down at all," Iconfess. "It's the fact that I keep coming home to an empty flat, thatI didn't even see you on Saturday, that- that I'm going to have toshare you when I really don't want to." Aww, Steph..." Kayla sighs, leaning in to give me a tight hug, whichwould be welcome but for one. I didn’t feel like dancing, but I felt strongly like getting plastered. I mean knee-walking, head-spinning drunk. The Rave was still there. The music was still terrible. They didn’t have Irish whiskey and the Scotch was a really cheap blend. I didn’t care. I took the bottle to a side table and glared at anyone who tried to sit down, talk to me or breath near me. Somewhere between the first and second bottles I reached the point I wanted to be. Thank goodness alcohol still affects a vampire. At. I could not speak because a hand had stuffed some of the blanket into my mouth. “Let’s see what sorry sort of Viking we’ve caught.” That was a different female voice. The blanket was released but I was turned face down and straddled and held by women wearing long woollen dresses. My jacket and sodden tunic were dragged off leaving me naked. My hands were pulled behind my back and tied. I was rolled to my back and I could see. Leaning over me were several women dressed as Saxons with long. But he’d never gotten what he’d always wanted, and now that they were living apart, he doubted he ever would. He still didn’t know whether she felt the same way, as close as they’d been, they’d never crossed that line, talked about his feelings for her, or the possibility that she’d had them for him. There had been plenty of jokes and comments over the years, but he’d always laughed them off, as had she. Significant others had suspected something, he knew, and not just his own, more than one.