You won't be satisfied until you bury that past relationship," she said with a little heat. "And put an end to it." No, you're the one not satisfied b...cause I have put an end to it ... That relationship is dead! I'm not going and that's final. Please don't mention it again." I put my foot down. Yeah we all know how much good that does, don't we men?Why all this debate about a high school reunion you ask. I will have to go back into my history and life to explain. Please bear with me.I have had. I'm doing it for him as much as for you," she explained.I should have said something. I should have offered to back out. I just couldn't, though. I had been looking for someone like Tim and when I found him, I just couldn't let go. I held on, even though it felt wrong. I let my heart guide my actions instead of my head. I ignored what Patrice was doing. I didn't question her. I guess I was afraid she'd change her mind.Patrice began planning our strategy. It was a little weird how she suddenly. We’re going to take a look at that head of yours in a minute when the doctor gets here. Just you lie still for the moment.”After a few minutes, the doctor came and they unwrapped the bandage on my head, mused over the significant bump and gash and decided the latter needed a few stitches, which were duly applied under a local anaesthetic.I was lying there quietly when I heard Mutti Frida’s voice. “But I am his friend’s mother – he was at my house when the accident happened. I wish to see him!”. Alison, one of my sisters, started to wank me while I was standing in the corner after being punished by my form teacher. It’s a long story, read episode one for the details. I’d shot my load down the wall and floor before Alison scarpered leaving me in trouble again. My step mum found me kneeling on the floor, naked, trying to clear up the mess. “What the hell have you done? Pick up your things and go to your room, we’ll decide what to do with you when I’ve calmed down.”Sheepishly I collected.