She was sure it would be adequate, but she wanted privacy. She wanted her own room, so if she wanted to sulk, she could sulk in private. If she wanted... to cry, she could cry in private. If she had something to be excited about, she could open her doors and scream with joy. However, she did not think that was in her future after Sunday night’s debacle. Now she wanted to go back to the hotel room and cry by herself to sleep. Unfortunately, as Celeste said to her, Frank would be tied to her hip,. “Five minutes more should do it”, I said.She filled my glass and went back indoors, coming back out about 5 minutes later. She came over and said “Time’s up!”, and sat on my lap. I had to move my laptop out of the way, as it was hopeless to carry on with her sitting there. She snuggled and nuzzled. “I was thinking maybe we’d get dressed up and go out to eat later”.“Good idea”, I said. “Do we need to book anywhere?”“I don’t think so”, she said, looking up and kissing me. And as we kissed, I. " Her tone was equally demanding and uncompromising."We'll see about that. I'll be talking to a lawyer first thing Monday. In the meantime, I'll move downstairs to the family room. I expect my privacy to be respected. Oh, and one more thing. Don't you dare bring that shit-head boyfriend of yours into this house. I won't be responsible for his health and safety if you do." Are you threatening to attack him?" she asked, wide-eyed."Read into it what you like, Reese, but you've been warned."I. I had the whole hero worship thing going on. You had the whole puppy thing going on." You let me follow you like a puppy follows its owner," Susan added when she saw confusion on Brock's face."Oh," he answered. "I never really looked at it that way, you know." I know," she told him. "It doesn't change it, though. I guess we're both adults now – legally at least. I hope we can find some time in the near future to work out our friendship, to see if we even have a real one." I think we do," Brock.