”“What?” she gasped, pain flashing across her face. She shook her head. “Mitch was... I mean... He...”The hurt straining her expression stir...ed my heart. I knew that ache of betrayal. Ever since I realized my wife was cheating on me, I felt that. It made you question everything. Made you ask what was wrong with you that the person who promised to love and be faithful to you no longer did. It sent you reeling. It killed your self-esteem. I wallowed in mire, thought I was trapped. My wife. What is your intention?' said Peter looking confused.Vanessa paused and then looked towards the doorway that led to herlingerie store. 'Let's say I need to increase my number of "devoted"clients.' said Vanessa looking at him.'Are you a... prostitute?' asked Peter timidly.Vanessa through her head back and laughed. 'God no!' said Vanessa 'Icould never do that. I never have sex with my clients.''So what are these "devoted" clients?' said Peter still confused.'Crossdressers, transvestites, guys. He was beginning to understand Isabel’s fascination with this girl. She was smart, attractive, but wasn’t full of herself. She was honest with him, and not just because he was her shrink. ‘You might want to take some ‘off’ time then. Go into your safe room and ask her to go with you. Ask her what you can do to help. Your particular relationship could actually become dangerous if SHE starts feeling helpless. I doubt she would ever intentionally harm you, but she could get carried away. Now tell. ’ She kissed me. They stood under the portico as I drove away. Without the heavy load in the back seat the car seemed much younger. Unlike the old Anglia the windscreen wipers worked constantly and the headlights made a reasonable try at lighting the road. The heater didn’t work and water dripped on to my left ankle but I felt cosseted compared to standing beside the road in the rain. I fluffed the gear changes a few times before I acquired the knack. At thirty or thirty-five miles an hour the.