And then there were the sensual feelings theclothes themself provided, the feel of silks and satins on my teenagebody, the restrictiveness , the heels...the stockings. It was bothconfusing and exciting. Of course mother encoured and stimulated thesefeelings. And she didn't stop at the clothes, it was deportment lessons,speech lessons, ettiquette and what she called girl lessons in which iwas actually taught how to think as a girl by reading certain romanticbooks and magazins. By this time i was a. I seen her again and I decided to take her away. She quickly said I need to go to bathroom. I asked why and she said "he came on my hand". Astonished, thoughts started rushing through my head. Did she say what I thought she said. She confirmed when asked again when she came out the rest room. She said he unzipped his pants and grabbed her hand put it down his pants and he instantly came. I was like damn you are good. She laughed. On the inside though, I was mad at myself for not seeing this. "Well, have you made your mind up?" Yes, Barb, I have." Well don't keep me in suspense, what 's it going to be?" It ends. It ends right here, right now. From this moment you'll have nothing more to do with him. If he comes into your office you'll send someone else to deal with him. Is that clear Barb? It ends now!" And will you stay with me, Frank, will it be like it was before?" Maybe, I don't really know. This has never happened to me before, but yes, maybe, in time, I'll get over it." Thank. So I told him that it wasn't mine and I wasn't going to marry her; he threw a complete wobbly and frogmarched me straight out of the house, and I haven't heard from her since. She didn't show up at University a week later, wouldn't answer my emails or calls to her mobile, and that was that." Holy fucking moley..." Precisely! I'm assuming that the stupid cow took up with someone else, either at Glastonbury, or in Cornwall, forgot to take her Pill regularly, and got herself up the duff. I should.