Back at home we discussed the predicament and it was then Sue told me that her old driving instructor had said that if she ever wanted extra tuition h...'d be happy to teach her on the basis that she'd go for a drink with him after each lesson.I think we both knew what was implied as this was the same instructor who'd had his hands all over her cunt on the last lesson she had before passing her driving test.We talked about it late into the evening and what it would entail. As the discussion. I could tell by the look on her face that her senses were still dull from the chloroform. “Well hello, Miss Kari. How nice of you to finally wake up.” I tell her calmly as I grab the remote control from the coffee table, and stand up. She cries out my name as I walk into her sights, and it made me so glad that she remembered me. “What’s going on?!” she cries out, pure terror echoing through her voice. “W-where am I? What are you going to do?”“Don’t worry.” I assure her, a warm smile creeping. I said that neither I had any plans to have any sort of relationship with her. But she admitted that she is addicted to talking to me and she can’t spend a day without talking to me. Even I felt the same but I did not convey it to her. After a few days I asked her if I could come to Chennai and meet her. She was reluctant at first but after lot of pressure she said yes.I took a week off from work and went to Chennai. She was not there at the station to receive me, as she had told me that she. She was beginning to feel numb again, and wondered if she shouldn't stop drinking, because she wanted a clear head when she finally found her daughter and/or David Preston. Or did she? Did she really want to be perfectly aware of what was going on, what veneer she was going to have to paint on herself in order to act the proper mother toward Wendy--when after last night she knew that she wasn't that kind of person underneath? No, no she wanted to be a little high so that the play-acting could.