I had been to a few meetings over the years when judges made me, but I didn’t believe it. I wasn’t a junkie or an alcoholic. I could stop if I wan...ed to. I just didn’t want to. That was how I thought. But once I was dry, I could see that every problem in my life went back to it. I had hit rock bottom. So I called the AA hotline from the phone in the lobby of the jail. They were nice enough to come get me. I went to my first real meeting and a nice lady there that night took pity and let me stay. ’ said Mary as we heard water from the hose play over the patio. But wait a minute… It just occurred to me. Mary knows my mother. She’s had a ‘varied’ relationship with my mother. This woman, still sitting in her underwear drinking a cup of tea. This woman who just somehow handed over a person to be my slave. She knows my mum! ‘Tell me about my mum.’ Mary smiled, ‘Another time my dear. Another time.’ ‘Why not now?’ ‘Well, for a start I still don’t know the story of why you were aching so much. He was there on his bed, still naked to the waist in his swim trunks, sitting cross-legged on his bed and playing PlayStation. "Knock knock," I said. I tried to actually knock on the door jamb but I missed and made the motion on thin air. I must have looked obliterated, which I was. Lucas turned and his mouth dropped, eyes locked on my chest. I looked down and, whoops, half my left nipple was out. I fixed it and slurred an "oops" and threw myself down on the bed with him. I was fucking. I could see it in her eyes and the way she ran her delicate fingers though her decadent blond hair. In order to get rid of her before the contact came and reneged on his assignment because I was talking to an unknown female, I agreed to meet her the next evening for a romantic river cruise with champagne and dancing. It was obvious that I was desperate because I absolutely hate champagne and the thought of rubbing feminine charms in public was more than I could contemplate even when I was in.