Jo's cop friend said that the DNA with which he was hoping to trace James's drug dealing with, did not work. Legislation for a register of drug dealer... had not been finalized so could not be used.Mum was a mess. Withdrawal from drugs and sex together was tough. She lost her job and Jo found her part time work at an architect's office, doing filing and general help. Mum's rehabilitation included psychiatric help. Jo and I also had consultations with the psychiatrist. We had to be with Mum almost. Good manners made her overcome her desire to make herself invisible. She extended her hand. ‘Ivy Matthews. I work at the public library in Bishop Street.’ I held her hand just a little too long – maybe ten minutes… I afterwards learned that she had achieved her Fellowship of the Libraries Association with distinction, and that she was the Head Reference Librarian for the City. Ivy had a compulsion to belittle her achievements before any else had the chance. Well, let’s be honest. The first time. Suddenly a woman yelled, "What are you doing?" We spun around and standing there in the dark was a woman counselor. Becky to be exact. She asked... Rob? Tommy? Is that you? Why are you here? She stepped close to us. She was wearing short-shorts and a bare mid-driff blouse with the top buttons undone. All I could see was lots of cleavage and my hard-on didn't shrink one bit. Rob was trying to cover his hard-on but there isn't much a 13 year old, with a boner, can do to hide it. Becky's eyes were. Both of them were, as usual, feeling pleased with life, and Gina was bending over whilst wearing buttock-hugging trousers and Ryan playfully slapped her large backside."Hey, it should be me doing that to you," said Gina in mock indignation."You wouldn't dare, you big-arsed old cow," retorted Ryan, although there was nothing like the venom in their exchanges from two weeks ago and earlier."If you don't watch out I will have your trousers and pants down and spank your bare arse until you can't.