#31356 - Lying in my arms again she asked if I thought she was doing the right thing in marrying Tony, I didn’t know what to tell her, I stroked her hair as I thought this over, then I told her, I couldn’t answer that for her, only she could know that, “But I need help. We had Thursday off as dad was at an auction; he had seen two house’s on the market and was hoping to buy them, mom was at work, I roused around half nine and went down in my pyjama trousers to make a drink and put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster, as I waited for it, I heard Rachel moving about her room, I called up asking if she wanted a drink and some toast, “Please Phil, can you bring it up” a few minutes later I was tapping on her bedroom door, she called me in, she was sat on the bottom edge of her bed wrapped in a towel drying her long hair, which she had just washed, I put the cup down and the plate with the toast and was leaving when she asked me to stay. We didn’t speak or move, the warmth and comfort sh