James and I then swapped positions, and I applied five blistering strokes to his bottom. Again, unlike me, he remained passive throughout this onslaug...t. He must have been in agony, but he made not a sound.James’ reaction or lack of it just added to my fears because I knew that my bum was already screaming that it could take no more. But macho stubbornness over-ruled it, and I got back into position. I cried as each venomous whack of the plimsoll added to the almost unbearable pain in my. 'All right close your eyes and allow me to paint a picture of something that's happening right at this very moment.''Of course. But how can you... ?' I thought for a moment and realised the question was ridiculous. 'Forget I asked.''Quite right.'What could I do but settle back and allow my brother to fill my mind with visions — maybe illusions — of something happening at another place. A distant image began to take shape, blurred at first it came increasingly into focus as it came closer. It. After several minutes there was a whispered ‘good-bye’ as Anna turned around, her face beyond pale. She closed her phone and dropped to the floor, shuddering and sobbing. Reacting purely on instinct, Tina found herself holding her friend, trying to console her. When Anna wouldn’t stop crying, she reached for the room phone and called the guys. ‘Brad? I think you need to come here.’ He could hear the faint sounds of someone crying in the other room. ‘Tina? What’s going on over there?’ ‘I don’t. “I don't remember getting home honey but as I think about last night, I know I saw you, or i’m sure I saw you.” Great an other decision to make, truth or lie. “You were in my room mom”“What was I saying?”“Not a lot, just drunk chat and that you loved me.” I wasn't going to tell her the whole truth. “I then helped you through to your bed.”“ I didn't make a fool of myself?” She feared the answer.“No mom” I lied.“Thank god” she sighed relief “thank you for helping me to bed then sweetie.” She.