She fought the impulse to take a shower, even thought she felt filthy in so many angles... she had to get out.. Go back to the safety of her home... S...he wanted to run into her lover's arm and feel safe... But, how could she?No matter, she had to get out... she dried her face and hair rapidly, didn't care if the room was left on a mess. -"Fuck you, Randy... I would trash this place if I wouldn't want to leave so badly!" - She thought to herself, almost vocalizing her thoughts.She closed her. “Are you Ok?” he enquired. “Should I carry on?” I looked at his smiling face and almost melted – “Please.” James continued to massage my calf muscle and even offered to do the other leg too. All through his massage I continued to chat with the group and sip away at my gin and tonic, whilst James continued to stroke and manipulate my leg muscles. After some time, he asked how it felt and I confirmed that the ache had eased and it felt much better. He asked if I was up to some more dancing but I. But you’ll have to help me.”Marie took Cassie by one hand and Steve took the other. They lead her to a small bedroom where she was not surprised to find a golden idol like the one in the Lodge House standing over the bed. Marie lit the candles while Pastor Selwyn stripped most of the linen off. Cassie stood facing Steve and he seemed uncertain, shuffling his feet and giving her a small smile in an awkward way. He seemed like his old self again. But it only lasted until Pastor Selwyn turned her. She knew he did not have a greattolerance for alcohol and had made sure he had more than a fewcelebratory few drinks on the Eurostar back to London before theyreached the restaurant. Two bottles of wine with dinner saw to the restand other than needing a little help from her driver to get Jeffphysically into her flat convincing him to stay over was a doodle,especially as he collapsed on her bed with out prompting.After getting his shoes and socks off Cat muttered to herself. "Rightthen! ".