I tell him about what I like and don't like, what I do when I'm not working and a few other things that don't matter. It's when I talk about my friend...s that it gets interesting."You know Wendy, right? She was the female Santa at the party."Saying the word party is what starts it. As I say it his hand moves to my knee."Mmhmmm." he says running his hand down to my calf."She's getting married soon...." I say but I don't think he's listening anymore.His hand is running up my leg, over my knee under. Everyone sort of looked and nodded at each other, as patients in a Dentists might, and they all headed for the door. Finn held back slightly and I squeezed his arm as he took a few seconds to muster up some courage. We didn't speak, just exchanged glances that simultaneously declared "What the hell am I doing here?"(from him) and my most reassuring look that tried to convey "Don't worry, you'll be OK". The girls gathered round as the list was read, with "Ooohs" for effect at each name, followed. “Three thousand dollars? Do you actually have that much on hand?” I asked Shiraz, truly staggered.“A lot more than that, Master, but it’s the first token of my surrender, dear. A sign that I am yours and everything that I have is yours, too, as long as you wish to claim me. I’m a very rich Persian princess, if you’ll pardon the stereotype, and yes, I like to think of myself as that ... as a captive princess. Your captive princess, that is. My captivity began last night, when I met you and fell. . and of course he gave, and gave generously, as he always did.“Can we tell Bernie and your mum and dad?” Mary asked as they lay in bed the next morning.“Of course! But I think we need to talk and make some plans first. You are going to marry me aren’t you, Mary?”“Gosh, I hope so, but I’m not in any hurry; I’ve got an awful lot of catching up to do first. I want your babies, too, but I’m still young. You’ve got your band things to do and I want to go out on the road with you.”“Okay ... so we.