Next, waiting in the shadows, where he could see the driveway, and the kitchen door. He wanted to give Natasha time to recover, and Barry time to leav...e. When he observed Barry get into his car and drive off, he waited a couple of minutes. Then walked over to the front door, slammed it hard and yelled, “Hello darling, I’m home, where are you?” Natasha came out of the bathroom and greeted him with a kiss, as if nothing ever happened. He returned her kiss, acting like he just got home, and then. Can I live here with you? Pretty please?"I don't know. How much rent can you afford?" You know I don't have any money." You can work for the rent." What can I do?" You will have to keep your school grades up and pay me at least one kiss a day." Huh?" You heard me." That's a deal. Where can I put my stuff?" Come with me."I led her to the spare bedroom. You should have seen her face when she spied the sign on the door that said :SANDY'SROOM"Greg, what's going on?" Jean and I talked with mom and. Time had flown. "We'll be late for dinner!" Doreen exclaimed. We both hurriedly jumped up, causing the water to spill on the floor. In fits of giggles, we swiftly moped up the mess with a towel, before drying ourselves and getting dressed. The dinner was excellent; we were both hungry so ate everything. After a quick drink in the bar we turned in early; it had been a tiring, but enjoyable day.Once in our room, we soon prepared for bed; we each wore a nightie, not pyjamas. Throughout the evening. From his own home to the restaurant where Jenny Easton had agreed to meet him.He had been surprised at the speed with which he'd gotten a response; the letter was mailed on a Thursday, and Friday afternoon, he'd gotten a call from someone named Blake Walworth, setting up the meeting. That was damn fast work for the postal service, any way you cut it, and she must not have waited to get on the phone -- which made him think that she had to be interested in the project, which he hadn't made too.