Rebecca's mind lingered on Luke's subtle suggestion that night as she lay in bed. The feelings of panic returned. She thought of Scott. What would he ...say? Was she tarnishing his memory? After long, deep thinking, Rebecca convinced herself that Scott would want her to be fulfilled and happy and not a nun in all but name and nunnery. She realised that moving on in this part of her life was not forgetting or caring less for Scott, it was simply leading a fulfiling life. She'd never forget or stop. For footwear I opted to stick with my light pink ballet slippers. It might seem like an odd choice but I have spent so much time wearing them that I am more comfortable with them than a bra. To further accent the outfit, I added a flirty pink short skirt and a flowing scarf. The final touch was a dark purple domino mask and a different hair style. Usually I keep my hair up in a bun but when I go out to fight crime, I put it up in a ponytail. I must admit, I looked sexy. Who knows, maybe I’d. Finally, I headed to the kitchen to get a drink and found Barry sitting at the kitchen table. We both chuckled at the fact that we both were still wound up from the day. After another hour or so of talking, we said our good nights again and Barry gave me a hug. It was a really nice hug and one that I wouldn't have minded continuing. I lay down in my bed again, still unable to sleep. A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door. Barry was standing there wanting to know if I had felt the. Delicious.I managed to get my glass above the crowd and had a sip. Her blue eyes looked first at the glass, then at me long enough to make my knees tremble."I hate to hold this under your nose."I noticed that her sweating caused her makeup to run just when she pulled my glass to her lips, smiled, and had a drink. "Thank you! I like gin." Her eyes looked over the glass at me.It's now or never I thought. "Go down with me to the hospitality room and I will get your very own."Did I mention how.