Letting him go, she stepped back while looking at him. "I understand, it's fine, Sam, really." Giving him a light smile, she absently pushed her hair back from her face. "Really, I'm okay with it, Sam." And, surprisingly, she was. Over the years, it had occasionally come up in her mind - sometimes the incident itself, and sometimes pieces she added late at night in her dreams, where things did go to far....but she never admitted that to anyone, and never acted on it when she saw Sam.