“I feel the same.” I said to her tenderly. She buried her head into my shoulder as her arms wrapped tightly about my waist. “You know where to f...nd me if you need.” “Ditto.” I smiled into her hair, instantly recalling the use of that word in the movie Ghost. I then had another flash back and laughed. Michelle was startled and looked up at me. “What’s so funny?” “I just had a flashback to 1971 of all things.” She looked at me amused and confused. “I would have been fourteen at the time. It was. It certainly sounded too good for £150. But it had to be worth a try. Back at home an hour later Jane stood looking at the pack of cigarettes she had pulled from her handbag. She didn’t want one. What’s more, the thought of having one made her nauseous. ‘Need a light?’ smiled Steve, leaning against the wall watching. He was trying to spot any slight differences in her behaviour, any signs that she might have been damaged in some way and, more importantly, any sign of increased subconscious. “No, I’m serious. I should be alone right now. Please leave.”I sighed. “You sure that’s what you want?”“Yes.” she replied, not looking up at me.“Okay. I’m here for you anytime if you need it. I don’t care how drunk you are.” I replied as warmly as I could. “Got it.”People say stupid things in fits of desperation sometimes. As I walked away from Molly, I could feel her falling between my fingers like sand. I turned back to her, to see her taking another drink from the bottle, and once again, the. I had a carefree life and went to the best schools and in the winter holidays, enjoyed skiing at the best resorts and in summer, sailing and partying at Cannes and other playgrounds of the rich along the coast of southern France. By the time I was eighteen I'd had many boyfriends and sex with one or more of them was no big deal. In many ways I used my body to get what I wanted from them. They paid for me to stay with them in the best hotels, went sailing on grandiose yachts and got invited to.