I was shocked, I mean I would think about her every time I’d go home having spent the night revising with her so I was surprised that she would do t...e same. I told her this, to comfort her as I realised she was pretty embarrassed to admit it. She smiled, and laughed, and quietly whispered ‘thank you’ , still obviously embarrassed. She looked down and said abruptly ‘Nick, are you hard?’In my state of surprise I didn’t realise my bulge was pushing against my joggers. I quickly scrambled to cover. I am extremely happy to say that Elizabeth Drayton likes me and she feels protective toward me. Otherwise I would be reduced to spending afternoons alternating between drinking shots of vodka and bursting out in to tears in my office — as the woman I replaced had ended up.There was a stack of messages from Elizabeth on my desk — ranked in priority from her perspective — which immediately became my perspective.Carrie sat in the chair opposite my desk and looked around. There was not much in the. The still picture of my mother was engraved into my memory, because, instead of my father come to pick her up, there were two police officers and a clergyman. There words were far too soft for my little ears, and the baby sitter scooped me up and ran from the room, lest I hear and understand.Later...Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in. I need to speak to you!" The mistress stood above the housewife, smiling. Jane continued, "I can't do it! What about my life, and my family's?"The mistress played the whip's tail about the clothed shoulders of the housewife, causing her to tremble. Slowly the tail travelled across the upturned face, then began over the mounds of her breasts. Jane opened her mouth to speak again, but the mistress effortlessly slapped her cheek. Jane sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground.