"Mel, sweetheart these are for you," said Oliver waving a box of chocolates at her. "Oliver, you are so sweet," she gushed with the practised ease of a professional gusher. "Nothing too good for my angel." "Maybe I have a little treat in store for you too," she said an ever-so- slightly smutty tone in her voice. "Really, what is it?" He inquired. "Wait and see baby." He smiled at her, as he thought how wonderful she looked. She had pulled her sleek black hair into a pony tail and she wore subtle make-up, just a hint of lip-gloss. "Fancy a walk around the grounds, Mel?" "Of course I do darling," she smiled.

A few minutes later, they were back by the lake, the same place they had been the night before. But this time they were just sat there, holding hands, watching the sunset. "Oliver?" Melody said "Yes sweetheart?" "Do you know that Jessie Newman?" "Jessika Newman, in your form?" "Uh-huh, that's the one?" "Just by sight. She's friends with Polly some-one or other, isn't she? Why?" " Oh, no real reason. Nice kid, isn't she?" "I guess, she's unpopular though." "A lot of potential there." "Really?" "Don't pretend you haven't noticed." "Mel, darling, since you came along, I forgot all other girls even existed." "Good," This was what she liked to hear. She leaned up and kissed him softly. "You're mine now Oliver. Don't you forget that. You're condemned to me forever." She kissed him again, and pulled him into a passionate embrace. "Forever," she whispered, as he started to unzip her dress.