Ilifted up my right leg and made a gesture as if I removed something frommy heel. It felt like a feeble attempt. Not only that I couldn't lie, Idiscov...red that I couldn't act either.I resumed my dash towards the beach and remained with my back to it forroughly five minutes. At that time, my sisters arrived and I couldn'thelp but peek back. I couldn't see anyone I recognized although it wasdifficult at the distance I was at, but nobody seemed to be looking at meeither.Without being specific, I. It seemed to take an age. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you unattended like that it was thoughtless of me. Are you okay?’ A sudden feeling of reckless hysteria started to bubble inside her ‘Oh yeah I’m great, I’m really great never been better…’ She stopped abruptly, thinking sarcasm probably wasn’t the best response when replying to the armed robber who’d taken you hostage. He seemed to have stopped struggling with the knots momentarily and instead paused, his hands on her arms he sighed. My son, Luke, is just seventeen and is a strapping, handsome young man. I can’t say I was attracted to him, I wasn’t, but he did look a lot like his father, who I was besotted with. It all started a few years ago, well sort of. For years my son had nightmares, not every night, more like once a week. He’d wake up screaming and in a cold sweat. We saw doctors about it, went to sleep clinics and therapists. Nothing seemed to help, in fact, it got worse. It became more often, to the point that. We all chatted and caught up as various bottle of wine and beer were opened and the kids explored the villa. A few hours later we heard a car pull up and we all ran outside to greet our final guests. Sue and Martin had only just come to a stop when the kids burst out of the car and ran to meet us. Alice was the last out of the car. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw her. It had been a year since I had seen her, but I could not believe my eyes. She had always been a pretty girl, a bit gangly.