Mr. Anderson was behind the wheel and Carl Stone was sitting in the front passenger seat. Both men were wearing their seatbelts. Barbara Anderson was ...itting behind her husband and Vivian was sitting behind her father and they too were wearing their seatbelts. In the rear passenger seat was the boy, Nick, apparently lying down and perhaps even asleep, but he was not wearing his seatbelt and that is probably what saved his life although no one will ever know for sure.The final police report. It didn’t matter if I sat in a lounge chair, applied sunscreen, or walked in the woods. I did object when they wanted to come into the bathroom with me though.We went to the more crowded area to Jessie and my sister Jenny. I had to hug my sister five times before the director said that he liked it. Our breasts had to come together just right with our nipples touching and smashed just a little bit. Apparently that fifth time was perfect. My sister and I had not done anything like that since we. Once we were sat 'Dad' started the conversation. "Andy, Erm sorryNichola here has a lot to learn."I nodded at this and commented, "I really hope I manage in the time wehave." Exactly," dad continued. "Well I have been in contact with ahypnotherapist I went to university with and if you are agreeable wecan do some learning using a combination of hypnosis, pre-suggestiontapes and subliminal images."I was really intrigued at this and asked, "How would this work?"He carried on, "As you know Nichola. Though I was pleased that she felt comfortable enough to tell me that for one, and pleased in another way as though I had only met him one time, I hadn't liked him then when I did. He seemed smug, over confident, and obviously full of himself, though I had never told her that."How come?" It's pretty icky," she said her eyes threatening to spill over."So's my name if you say it wrong," I told her, "Not that that is mind you ... but sometimes people look at me like I am or something."That she did.