In all honesty, I would have been content lying there for the rest of my life. I never wanted to get out of bed again, especially while at this ranch,... where I could run into Tripp or see him wherever I went. The only safe place I knew to stay was here in the cabin. I didn’t even open the curtain to look outside, as I usually did in the morning. Looking at the ranch, where I had spent the day with him yesterday, would be too difficult. So while my family went out to eat and subsequently enjoy. I saw no point in lying to her, especially now. I still had no idea of course how much she'd seen, how much she'd heard, it mattered not. If she asked me anything, I would tell her, the truth."Yes she did."Cynthia nodded her head. "I knew she would, she always does," she informed me, turning to face the railing looking out into the darkness as she stood next to me. I turned, likewise looking out taking another drag on my cigarette. "Would you like to?" She now asked without looking at me. "I. I missed the space and intimacy of such asmall class."It's certainly different, having a bigger orchestra," answered Melissa."A good or bad difference?" asked Mrs Russell."Not good or bad, just different. The music certainly comes across a lotricher and it gives more scope for the singers. Well, that's my opinionanyway." All opinions are valid. Anybody else?" Playing with a choir is also different," I added after a momentsthought. "We have something else to consider when playing. If there. I might endup adding a few more - but I don't think that will bother you", and Igiggled and just then the waiter brought our dinners so we stoppedtalking and started tearing into the food - ravenous from all theexercise we'd gotten that afternoon.I wish that Joe would call them what they are - breasts. But he keepsusing all these other terms, like, "tits", and "boobs", and "knockers",and "hooters" and some others that are really gross. I asked him once notto refer to them that way but he just.