She cries even harder at his innocence. 'He has no idea,' she thinks, 'No idea what I've just agreed to. And god knows if I even really want to do this.'      She clings to him, feeling hopeless, confused and hurt. She feels him stroke her hair lovingly. 'He loves me,' she thinks to herself, almost surprised. 'I really think he loves me.'      Greg pulls away from her and holds her hands in his. "Tell you what," he says. "Tomorrow night I'm going to take you out. We'll go out for a nice fancy dinner, and then we can go dancing, or go to the theatre to see a show… Anything you want. Does that sound good to you?"      She smiles shyly and nods through her tears. "I'd like that, Greg."      "Good," he says, pulling her towards him once again. "I'd like that, too."