Almond shaped azure orbs orientated on the open window and my freeze-framed face, surrounded by painted window frame and sash.I was mortified and desp...rately wanted to run and not stop until I was far away, but my legs refused to follow the instructions my thoughts were telling them. I was transfixed by her stare like a moth on a collector's pin. A mixture of shame and self-loathing overcame me. But, then, she smiled, just an upward twitch of the ends of her perfect lips and a slight wrinkling. Sweating profusely I battled on until I had used all the bolts up. I finished up. The engine ran. I had my freedom back. It goes then? my father enquired. Seems like it, I agreed. Ill get cleaned up. I took a shower and wandered up to the manor, caterers were scuttling around, a boy band was doing a sound check and a group of very fit black guys were chatting around the back of the marquee. How do, I said in my best village idiot voice, Whats going off then lads? Thought it was a five thirty,. "No, not entirely, although, being honest, that obviously is one reason as I'm sure you know how much I need the money. But, in fact I can assure you that if at the end of our holiday you wanted to take me with you next year I would more than happily go. I still quite like the idea of the year long holiday you are offering. I just think that you will probably realise that the age gap may be too much for us to be together for a whole year."No, let me tell you the whole truth. I met someone a few. Seeing Bernie's upset face Belle shot a glance at me and I shrugged."Why the hell did you have to do that? And don't say 'What?'."Belle looked at me again in an appeal for help. "I didn't tell Bernie, she guessed." I said.She looked back to Bernie. "Look, baby, It just happened. I'm sorry." You're sorry? You fucking bitch. I get a girlfriend and you just had to screw her first, didn't you!" It wasn't like that! I was just... helping her... she didn't know what I meant about using tongues... so.