Jamie entered the kitchen wearing a tee-shirt and boxers, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As he finally focused them, he looked at Charlotte an... said, “Are you okay, mom?” “I’m fine, honey. Why do you ask?” his mother replied, still trying to calm herself down and wishing she would have had just two more minutes to get herself off. “Well, your face is red and you’re breathing like you just ran a marathon,” Jamie replied, not even mentioning that he could clearly see her nipples as they. “From the train, though, you can see just how empty most of it is – all this land, mostly unused.”She paused, then went on. “So, is this your first visit to South Africa? You said you had a friend in Cape Town, is that right?”So I explained how it all came about. How I’d made friends with Janet at university in London, though she was a year ahead of me, and we’d kept in touch after she left and come back to South Africa. I missed out the bit about how we’d shared a brief but intense sexual. I said it with such sincerity that I think she was really rather flattered. Which is okay because I meant it. It is quite true. I explained that the beauty was that the way the skirt was made, you could so easily wear it whatever height looked good. It was stretchy and you could even roll the waist band to lift it a bit. I grabbed a sort of sporty hooded top in navy and said it would be perfect with it. She was totally unconvinced by this bit but I said she should just try it on to explore a. "They took me there. To this building. And it was all warm andwelcoming and civilised. And I was surprised because they gave memy old clothes to wear, but washed and pressed, my old maleclothes. And a meal. And they seemed kind."She looked at David, her make up streaked by her tears."They seemed so kind. and I thought perhaps, with my old clothes.... that it was going to be different. Going to be as it wasbefore."She shook herself. "It is a highly developed form of aversiontherapy, a mutant.