‘Ed Spectere, you have the right to remain silent,’ she said and went on to tell me that anything I said could be used against me in a divorce cou...t. I told her I wasn’t talking and that I wanted to call my lawyer. Wait a minute, I thought to myself. Amanda is a lawyer and she had worked for the Justice Department before we started our family. Wouldn’t that constitute a conflict of interest? Asking for assistance from the person who was taking away my rights seemed problematic to me! Plus,. "No, ma'am, not at all," I replied shamefully for I knew that this was true - in my youth I'd measured myself often enough after reading the letters pages in Mayfair, Men Only and other magazines of that ilk. She giggled - yes, she actually giggled - and then suggested that hanging fishing weights onto it might help! "If you like," she went on to say, "you can come round to my place and I'll instruct you as to how to put them on. Maybe I should have a word with your Mistress about it, eh?" She. He repeated his action. And then again. And again. It was slow and steady. Almost hypnotic. She appeared to be totally engrossed in the film now and seemingly unworried with where his hand was located. Had she given up?I glanced up to the screen myself. The film had moved out of the cinema and the husband and wife were walking through a field of long grass. I had no idea how they had got there. But who cares. They were now surrounded by a group of youths and the gang leader had just walked over. She thought it was a beautiful idea but she gave me a few pointers on how to make sure Emily didn’t freak out. Once I wrote those down, she gave Emily the phone. ‘Hi, Emily.’ ‘Oh Jason. I haven’t seen you for… I-I mean I haven’t…well…seen anyone in…sorry don’t want to bore you, just tell me how you are please.’ I forgot that she developed that stutter, never able to allow her thoughts to flow after her devastating incident. ‘I’m doing great!’ I told her ‘The reason I called up is I wanted to go.