Me as well. I searched Anne’s face and found no hint of insincerity. Had she really… my mind went back to the time when I had modelled her shoes f...r the exam, and to Miss Morgan’s, the head examiner’s, innuendo. “Brittany?” This time, her voice was slightly trembling. “I’m not coming.” “What did we do wrong?” my stepmom asked, suddenly lacking the fury in her voice. “Not much,” I told her. “But I have my own life now, my own friends…” I glanced at Anne and gave her hand a squeeze. “...my own. The night wore on, and a disgruntled individual slowly extricated his body from its trap. In total darkness he stumbled on, splashing water in his blind wake. His unprotected hands clawed their way along the walls, at last he found an opening. Shivering he drew his body from the water and onto the gritty bank. There his sore right hand struck something metallic - a lamp! Urgently he rummaged in his pockets for his tinder box, he just prayed it was dry. A second later a warm yellow light burst. THAT is the day he planned out his attack.He watched from his staked out area just off to the side of the rink. Given that his job was as night janitor at the mall, it was no problem for him to be there. However, his shift ended at 6am, it was now nearly 7am, still two hours before the mall opens. The mall workers do not even arrive until 8am. He had her routine down to a science, she would leave the ice go to the changing area and take off her skates and put on her shoes, and then she would. I decided to broach the subject nearer the time.We got back home at around 2pm and by the time she had put things away it was 3pm. I told her she could finish early again providing she made the time up next Saturday by taking me and waiting for me at the Rugby Club dinner. I wondered if I would take Kim.Jeanette then said, "Brian, sit down, I want to talk to you". I had asked her to call me by my first name, as I didn't like being 'Mr. Swinton' all the time.I sat down and Jeanette sat opposite.