Oh, no. No, no, no. A nightmare thought passed through Jonothon's mind, a memory and a fear all wrapped into one. This was the first time all over again, only the faces had changed, the setting shifted about some. A forest, instead of a coat room. Didi, instead of Gayle.

He knew better, this time around, than to try to kiss her.

His composure slipped a little more, and if there was any basis for the phrase, 'make your blood boil,' he was certain that he knew exactly what it felt like.

"Please," he said, his voice low but desperate, "please, Didi, don't..."