She spun and looked straight into Mr. Groome's friendly eyes."Sorry m'dear you'd drifted off, hadn't you - I do some times - breathtaking isn't it?" I...'s better than I remember it, Mr. Groome - I have never seen such perfect blooms!" Bethany whispered, overawed by the magical place."Yes, well quite so, but it's a lot of sacrifice, you know m'dear" Mr. Groome answered, quietly."So where am I to begin?" Bethany asked."The rose's, you are to feed the rose's - come this way, Beth"Bethany walked. Immediately, I nod, grinning a wide, happy smile.That day, mum bought me my first ever skirt. It was very plain- just alight, black, knee-length skirt, but when I wore it, everything feltso... right. The way it felt moving around my legs as I walked, as Idanced around in it- I felt free, like I'd suddenly been released fromprison. Mum commented more than once on how happy I looked wearing theskirt- and she was right. In addition to the skirt, I also got a glitterypink t-shirt, and another. It was time to get those pictures that Dave had always wanted of me. I walked out into the studio, a little unsure of myself as I faced Steve. “You look great!” he said, “I have arranged some Roman artefacts around the room, we will use them as props,” he declared matter of factly. It was as if he never noticed my sexy body in this skimpy outfit. Steve proceeded to take the photos in between positioning me next to various posts, furniture and props. He was ever the professional, posing me,. I were lying on the floor, alongside Miss Ginny, who were also bound with ties and gagged with white cloth, like cut from an old shirt. She were sitting up, waiting for me to wake up.”“That is Dr Virginia Medcalf,” Jessica turned to the camera and repeated what Pat the producer/director, in timely fashion, had dictated into her ear, “the daughter of the celebrated Dr Penny Medcalf-Josephs, the cancer specialist who so tragically died of cancer two years ago.”“Aye, Miss Ginny were expected home.