Days rolled into one without anything exciting happening. I lived alone in a two-bedroomed flat. I go to work nine till five each day, I leave my flat...at 08:30 am, get on a tube at 08:45 am. And then arrive at work at 08:55 am. I just answered calls all day.One day, after another boring day at work, I was walking towards the tube station when this black van stopped in front of me and a man wearing a black balaclava jumped out and grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up into the van. And. "O-kay..." Katie says cautiously. "Finished gift shopping yet?" Not that we didn't hand over loads of presents yesterday?" I retort,making my friend giggle. "Almost. Got a couple of things I still need toget. Has Nikki already sent the presents to Team America?" Yeah, she sent them last week," Katie replies. "Cost a fortune just tosend, heh! But we do have lots of new friends over there too." Very true," I giggle. "I'm really looking forward to showing Jennaaround London at next year's. Of course,as his mother, seeing my son in distress, I wanted to give him a hug, butI got the feeling he did not want to be touched at that moment. So I juststroked his head and said, "I will get an appointment for you right away,Honey. Don't worry; everything will be fine." And I left his room.I got into bed, and I tried to sleep, but I couldn't get the image ofJordie's budding breasts out of my mind. It wasn't just that his nippleswere swollen; he had actual breasts. I had heard of. That was a shock, I didn't expect him to be there. He came from the lounge and we shook hands and he said I hope I didn't mind but he was watching some rugby on the TV.I went into the kitchen and I saw that once her coat was off she was wearing a nice chiffon blouse which was actually quite see through, the usual short skirt, and obviously holdups. Her husband had closed the lounge door so he could watch the rugby and I asked her about her allowing me to touch her in the pub. She said that when.