Gayle took the bottle, gulping thirstily, thoroughly pissed off.  Why on earth was he dragging her up this bloody mountain?  It was so flaming hot, and her feet hurt, she knew she must be sweating, and look hot and flustered and well.... disheveled.  She pushed the few stray strands of her hair back from her damp forehead, thinking that at least she had one thing to be thankful for – and was that at least her hair was pinned up – otherwise it would be unbearable.<br/><br/>She handed the bottle back, wishing as she did so she could just pour the whole contents over  herself to cool down.  At this rate she was not going to get back to work and she dreaded to think what her manager would say to her disappearance.  Why on earth had she come with him?  What on earth possessed her?  Why did this man turn her into this, this doormat!!!!<br/><br/>This was ridiculous, she couldn't even meet his eyes, what on earth was she to do?