She speaks in voice-over as they walk. Her Scouse accent is soft, nicely spoken, and has a pronounced lisp. “My name ith Madeline Dyer, I’m 31 yea...th old, I’m married to Nick. He ownth a bar in the middle of Liverpool. I uthed to work behind the bar, but he preferth to keep me away from the animalth, ath he callth them ... But today, I’ll be getting clother to a real animal than I’ve ever been.”Cut to the pair of them in close-up. The Mersey River behind them. Nick smiles as she talks.Madeline. "So how is the shoulder?" he asked."I can't move it without pain, but I can move the rest of me. I think with a sling I could get out of this bed," I said."I can get you a sling and a footed cane. You won't be able to use a walker though," he said."You mean, I won't look like a seventy year old woman, damn," I said."You do know you have a hell of a good attitude. Most of my patients whine and complain. You laugh and complain," he said."I did my share of crying," I said."Well just hang in there. I was busy drawing, Matt was busy looking at Amber, she lived across the road from him. Sometimes, she would walk to or from school with us. I have to admit I always wanted to fuck her. She was a slim, tall, fair sized Breasted girl for her age. She was the sporty type, so her legs were well toned.Finally after what seemed like forever the final bell went. That was it, school was over for two weeks. That afternoon, Matt and headed straight out and headed home, we lived about three streets from. "I stood there with my arms and hands around my chest, hiding my mostlynonexistent boobs just as a young girl would do in a moment ofembarrassment. By this time I was wishing for a bra, any bra, to coverme up. These women were talking about me as if I wasn't there. Then itdawned on me. I wasn't there. The me that had been there a week ago, twodays ago, was being stripped away and in it's place was the punished me.The me who desperately wanted a bra to cover my, never before thoughtof, breasts.