Jason had slept late after having a fascinating talk with Ann . After enough star-gazing in the cold night , but within the proximity of the warmth being radiated by the bonfire , he had seen her to her tent where she had insisted on him having a glass of wine . Retreating to his tent , he had laid on his bed , his mind awash with thoughts .
" Here I'm , having a great time with someone I have just met , while I have been bled dry by one who I have known the whole of my life . Have I been living a lie my whole life ? Have I been chasing a mirage ?"
He thought of Ann as a fairly straightforward lady , with nothing to hide , except that she had been hurt just like him . Not only was she beautiful , but also brilliant , just like Rose . However , he wondered what she could be up to with the
