We didn’t say a lot on the way. I felt very ecstatic and dreamy and all I wanted to do was to go home and sleep. As we drove into the garage, we hea...d the k**s coming through the gate. That was a lucky escape! I asked Roger to take care of them and went straight to bed. I was woken up by a phone call. It was Sylvester, he was held up at work because of some complication with one his patients; he wanted to remind me about the parent teachers meeting we had to attend that evening. Shit! I clean. Sick at heart as well as sick to my stomach. When the memory surfaces, as it does on those days when the world seems to have it in for me, I end up on the floor in the bathroom, still wet from the shower that never seems to make me feel clean. And regardless of what they say, time hasn't made it any less. It is still as vivid in my memory as the day it happened. And I hate it! I pray that I can forget it, but so far my prayers haven't been answered.Enough! It was done and it was over. Stop. I couldn’t fathom what it could be.“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to change.”“Then you have to tell me what you’re hiding from me. There’s something that scares you to death to reveal.”“I can’t!” she whined.And at that moment, I knew what it was. I was absolutely sure. At one time, years ago, revealing the lie might have changed everything. Now, it didn’t matter. The lie hurt, but it no longer mattered the way it would have. She had lied and deceived me about so many things that, at this point,. So I ran back down the stairs this time I had nothing to cover my chest with and I ran straight in to the toilets I was just taking off my blouse when Jane walked in and said I see you got wet she said I watched you run across site and up and back down the stairs I thought I would come and see if you needed some help to get dry, I said thanks and asked her to hold my wet blouse under the hand dryer as I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it and held it under another hand dryer. I was standing.