All her troubles seemed a million miles away. A kick on the door signalled that Fiona was outside. Charlotte could just see her outline through the st...ained glass insert in the booth’s door as she went to open it. Once the drinks and packets of crips were safely deposited on the table, Fiona kissed her again.“The great thing about these booths is that you can’t really see what’s going on so if someone peers in - they’ll see us sitting close together but won’t see me doing this.”Charlotte gasped. He tried to explain why."We don't know if it's all okay", he said. "It might not be as simple as we think it is. I mean - yours might not do what mine used to do and mine - well, it might not work like yours did".She - yes, for simplicity's sake he would call her she - grinned back at him. "Sometimes", she said, "you make do with what you've got".Garvey could sympathise with that. But he had some problems. "There's too much we don't know", he pointed out. "I mean, do I have a womb? Ovaries? All. . . . I’m not supposed to be interested in your tits!” That didn’t come out the way Ric intended.“Oh . . . so my tits are good enough for you to look at!” Yevette had him on the defensive.“You know very well what I meant Yvette . . . . Cousins are not supposed to fool around.”“We were NOT fooling around . . . . you hand bumped into my boobies. You weren’t trying to feel me up . . . at least I didn’t thing you were . . . “ Yvette said with a bemused smile. “It’s not like my tits bite . . . .. It was amazing that the day could fly by so quickly, and that we shared so much time together, laughing and joking around, even while getting things done. It made me imagine what it would be like to have her all to myself all the time, to have her as my wife, and for the most part, I hadn’t pictured a woman in that role in a very long time, but the reality was, that there were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of before we could get there. I knew that I would be living on my own,.