"Ms O'Hare's shoulders completely slumped down as she sank into the back of her chair, silently mouthing the words, "Oh my God..." over and over again..."It seems that when you deleted them off of the computer, you forgot to empty the Recycle Bin as well. Jim was able to recover the files and print copies of them for posterity's sake. I guess he was just waiting for the right time to bring them out of hiding. Now imagine my shock when he not only offers to show me the photos, but to give me a. Clearly the first thing was to get her out of that shirt. So I reached down and lifted an arm. I don’t know how she was able to do it, but she was absolutely limp. This made it a struggle to get her arm out of the sleeve but I finally managed after she tumbled on to her side once and I had to gently right her. So I went to the other side and repeated the process, although this time I managed to catch her before she fell again.Progress! Although it was taking much longer than I wanted. I. I turned sidewards and told her, “No am serious…. Teach me”. She laughed and then said ok. Then she showed me how to knead around the muscles, the pressure points etc.. and then went up to my thighs. As she was telling all this, I moved my side and then told her how to massage bum. She showed me. All this while, I was getting harder and harder. Then I told her, “but unless I practice, it’s not going to help, isn’t it?” She said “ya, you need to practice on someone”.. Then I told her, “Can you. She left and turned her back on her legacy, did she not? So, was your mother the perfect teacher if her student forsook her lessons and renounced her claim to the bracelet? Well?"The voice, which filled her head, spoke in an unusually mild tone. Helen did not answer as she felt the question to be rhetorical. Her suspicions were confirmed when Diamanté continued."We both know that your sister was weak. She never had the strength of will to draw confidently on my power, no matter how we tried to.