No sooner hadthey pulled out into traffic when Connie turned to hergranddaughter. “A really nice young man.” She remarked.“Very goo... looking too. Are you sure all you didwas tutor him?” “Well…we did go out a few times.” Jennyadmitted. “But nothing really came of it.” “Did you sleep with him?” Connie askednonchalantly. “Grandmother!” Jenny shot back in a mixtureof mock anger and surprise. It wasn’t that. ‘I tell you what Diana, I’m under contract to Houghton Mifflin to write a book on hypnotherapy. They want me to include at least a dozen real life scenarios. If you’d let me document our sessions like that, I would see you for no fee. It would be like a barter. Of course, your real identity will be concealed.’ ‘Okay, that’d be great. It would help me out a lot.’ ‘It would mean I’d have to video tape the sessions so I could catalog them and refer to them when I needed to. Would that be alright?’. Was she going to sign the contract? An appointment was made for her on Thursday evening at seven. We were very good at hospitality. Peter met her at the front door and ushered her into the lounge. I poured us out a large brandy and lemonade each.I sat directly opposite her, wearing the uniform of a naval Admiral complete with eight rows of medal ribbons. The rest of my attire was not quite correct. Red shoes, little pink socks, bare legs, and no knickers. I was determined that she would not get. I had never even considered it, and I didn't know anyone who had been arrested before, at least not at sixteen.Sarah giggled. "Oh yeah, I didn't tell you. I was fourteen. Mum and Dad went loopy." I bet they did" I replied instinctively; I was stunned. "What did you do?"Sarah bit her lip and looked straight at me. "I used to, sort of hang-out with a guy I knew from primary school, Ian. He and his mate got hold of a few bottles of vodka and he turned up at my house with it and Mum and Dad were.