”“To be honest, I don’t know the answer to that question,” Doctor Mercer said. “All we can do is wait and see. Can you handle not seeing her...again?”“Discounting the other option?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.“Unless you’re a complete fraud, and I don’t think you are, nor are you that good of a liar, then yes.”“I’ll take that compliment,” I replied. “It would be difficult, but if that’s what’s necessary, then I’ll do it. The question is, will SHE do it?”“Again, I don’t know. We could. ''"Who's who"? And how do we play it?''That's very easy. You have to try and guess who we are. We will give you an instruction and then you will be touched on the head. When you have been touched on the head, then you follow the instruction and try to figure out who the person is. When you are touched on the head again, you stop what you are doing immediately. Then we repeat the process with the next person. Afterwards, you have to tell us which of the two people were which.''Er, OK. But don't. He was 23,not handsome but tall and dark. He always used to be alone there no friends. I haven’t seen him smoke or drink. I think he does not have any such bad habits. I made up my mind. I knew it was wrong to do but I didnot want to break my husbands heart. I decided to get pregnant by him. But how? I used to see him whenever I go to the terrace(where his room was) to dry the clothes. I thought of a plan but nothing worked out. One day it was windy I went up to pick the clothes. He was also. I went to take one and could see that the silky material of your top was clinging to your nipples, making the stand out erect, like 2 not so little peanuts. Your long light brown hair hung in a pony tail. God how I had fantasised over you in the past.We sat on a hay bale and drank. Your husband to be had helped you buy the house and stables because, I think, he thought he might loose you, after all, he was a short dumpy Welshman, balding and quite a bit older than you. I don’t know what you saw.