He didn’t know that she couldn’t swim. If he had, perhaps he would have moved more quickly to save her. He could have saved her, had he but known....He always told himself– as he had told the authorities– that he had tried to save her. But she slipped beneath the water before he could bring the boat back around.Actually her hands were still above the water when he pulled back alongside her, but they slid beneath the surface before he could grab her. That’s when he realized that he was holding. I gathered up my clothes from last night and went down the hall to our room, put them in the laundry and put on fresh clothes for the day. Then brushed my teeth and hair and went downstairs.I was sitting at the kitchen table with my first cup of coffee when Brad came down and gave me my good morning hug and kiss and said, “Damn, there was not much hot water this morning” as he got out the milk and cereal.I sipped my coffee and had a private chuckle.After breakfast, Brad headed out to hang with. A jacket covering whatever blouse or shirt she was wearing. Why would she possibly change into something less comfortable for a two-and-a-half-hour drive? Not that I was complaining!For the first time really, other than silly teenage fantasies, I thought maybe she was into me. There was no logical reason to change out of comfortable travel attire and into something that was definitely not comfortable travel attire for a two-hour drive, especially on a day that was way minus 18 Celsius outside. He didn't want me ringing you and Sally. He didn't like me talking to other men at uni. One day, he caught me trying to ring you. He snatched away my mobile and jumped on it. He spanked me too but only with his hand. It still hurt though, even through jeans. After that he became more and more possessive. I wasn't allowed out alone and on campus he'd even follow me to the loo and wait outside the door for me. He also made me cancel coming to see you at Easter, Mum. That was the first caning I.