They stepped off the rampart walkway into its cool shade and sat on the stone ledge. Memories of this place, the moments of discovery here with Genny ...had been running like a video through Paul’s mind. Now a shadow darkened the screen. That had been their Eden where they had gamboled together as innocent as lambs. It had felt like a place of eternal sunlight outside of time. But now a snake had entered the Garden.Paul’s emotions were in a turmoil. Chapoutier was a snake, when he wasn’t simply a. "I haven't even done my hair." Quite understandable," he smiled. "You couldn't wait to be with me." You flatter yourself. I'm hungry." Ah, so boiled eggs, even though it's a Sunday, are orf." Please, sir, may I have a proper fried breakfast." For you, my Katrina, anything."She got the lot: bacon, eggs, fried bread, tomatoes, mushrooms."I haven't offered you baked beans," Andrew said apologetically, "because I didn't want to risk you farting at lunch time."That was so un-Andrew-like that for a. I loved your version of 'Red House', man. I've never heard it played on one of those slide guitar things before. Man it's a song I've always wanted to learn how to play properly.''You play?'He grinned sheepishly;'A little... when I can. It's a hobby though. I like playing stuff like Hendrix, Dylan that kind of stuff. I'm no good at that really wild guitar playing stuff you were doing. Much as I'd love to be able to do that stuff... 'Taking a swig of beer I shrugged;'People prefer to hear songs. Mom is really into some very specific erotica. Repressed urges, maybe?Finally, it was time to spy on Rachel. As soon as I opened her door, to my surprise, she’s awake and was standing in the middle of the room in her pink sexy bra and panty.Shit, she’s still awake.Rachel: I was just about to come to look for you.Me: You were?Rachel: Yeah. You know, I was thinking about the movie and thought maybe we could keep each other company?Me: You mean tonight?Rachel: Of course, dummy! It’s just so lonely.