Fix it!’Peter closed his eyes as in deep meditation. Opened them suddenly startling Samuel, who was staring at him. ‘Ok. You’ll go back to earth...alive, but not to your place. You have 24 hours to enjoy something you haven’t enjoyed during your lifetime. What would it be?’‘I want to spend 24 hours fucking’ At Peter’s horrified look he corrected himself ‘Sorry. I want to lose my virginity before coming back here tomorrow’‘May I ask you a question?’‘Sure’‘How come a handsome young man like you. Her Ladyship squirmed visibly, the blood drained from her face, as her husband recounted every detail of her wretched misconduct. The four girls tried hard to keep their faces serious and impassive but it was difficult to keep the gloating from their eyes whilst witnessing the transformation of their haughty, imperious nemesis into this trembling wretch with her lower lip quivering and listening to the litany of charges against her. As ready as she was to wield the cane on her hapless victims. He took her to a hotel. Young tart.” “Did you ask him about it?.” “I was going to, that night, but, I chose not to. A few days later he said he was working late. I checked his bank account. God, I felt so guilty doing that. Hotel payment. I drove past. There was his car. I peeked into the garden. There they were. Him and the tart. I was seething. Then they stood up. Her in this tiny dress. As they walked, he put his arm round her and squeezed her bum. Strange, I suddenly went from being angry. But that was his mother, no doubt.His eyes then lingered on mom Emmy ‘s legs. They stuck up, straight and slightly apart, and to the pads on which they were propped were attached ropes, part of a system of pulleys. It looked like someone was trying to torture the lower part of her body. Iron bars were sticking from the thigh of her right leg, others wrapping the calf of the left. Her feet were hanging loosely, as if cut off from the body. The boy bit his lips. Why she had allowed them to do.