But questioning the other side of her life and the sexuality with Harry and Juli, with the dogs, certainly with other a****ls and even more certainly ...he business side of dog-loving with the breeder. She was torn by the thoughts that the dogs had really saved her. But, it was the whole relationship with the dogs and her being available to them by being naked that ultimately put her in the vulnerable situation. She just felt so violated. And, somehow even that confused her. She was so sexual,. John hadn't smoked in years, but today he felt he needed any little boost that he could take. His wife didn't smoke, so John was reduced to searching the lover's jacket. He found a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, and lit himself a cigarette. He poured himself a Scotch, before packing some bottles of alcohol in his case as well. He felt he might need them. John smoked slowly and sipped at his drink, knowing that when it was over, so was his marriage. As long as he smoked, the marriage wasn't. It was her first day a Greenfields Private Hospital and she felt a little tightening in her stomach as she approached the front entrance. Her mind went back to the day her contract from the hospital arrived. How her excitement was tainted by nervousness as she unpacked the uniform they had sent. Patricia, outwardly conservative in all aspects of her life was shocked by what she saw in that package. A traditional nurses uniform. Pale blue dress that came down to just above the knee, with a. She couldn’t say for certain, because she didn’t remember her past. She thrust her hand toward the shopkeeper with a friendly smile. ‘I’m Sarah Martin. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.’ Mrs. Thatcher shook her hand, as she returned her smile with a thoughtful look. ‘Yes indeed. Your name sounds familiar too. Is that Mrs. or Miss, dear?’ Sarah blushed hotly. ‘Its Miss, I’m not married.’ ‘Hmmm,’ Mrs. Thatcher said, nibbling at her bottom lip. ‘I just can’t remember where I’ve seen you.’.