She knew exactly what she wanted and didn't care who knew. She was a damn good basketball player. The only reason she didn't have more offers was that...she played in a soft league that didn't challenge her and she played on a team made up of weak players who did nothing to help her. She had as many girlfriends as boyfriends, having slept with most of the athletes in the school at one time or another. At one time she lost a bet with the captain of the boys team and had blown the starting five. “Hey” she said softly. She could smell vomit and reached out for the girl’s hand between the rose brambles. It was scratched and bleeding in places, not life-threatening but it was going to sting like mad later. “Hey, can you get up?” A noise emanated from deep in the bushes and the girl vomited noisily. Holly looked around at the deserted campus and briefly wondered if the laughter she had heard earlier was something to do with this girl. She seemed to be a similar build as herself, maybe a. " That's kind of drastic isn't it?" Well yes and no. I mean yes it is drastic, sort of, but maybe drastic is necessary." You'd better keep talking..." You mean until I make sense?"I nodded. I had no idea where she was going with this."Doing all that with Tony made me think— teaching him, me being the grown up and him the child, well sort of anyway, and I thought what would I tell my children. I know that sounds daft but one day we'll have kids won't we..." Yeah, yeah of course we will, but I. She speaks with barely a hint of her natural accent – education in her youth, and good company over the last few decades have worn it away. “Hello, my name is Christina Bradshaw. I’m 48 years old, and I’m the manager of an aged care facility in Leeds.”We continue the interview face-to-face, with her sitting demurely on a high stool, talking right into camera. She’s very pleasant.Why are you here with us today?“I’ve been married for 23 years ... And things are – well – I suppose you could say.