He took her to meet Bridget suggesting that Moira stayed in his office as she might be a distraction.Twenty minutes later a visibly shaken Mrs Carnous...ie returned. "You can't begin to look after her on your own, Miss Macintyre," she said. "You need to have a living-in carer to help you." That won't work, Mrs Carnoustie," Moira replied. "My father has made it quite clear that I will be the one to look after her, it being a daughter's responsibility. Even if he sees me crumbling it is unlikely to. ”“Mister McLean,” I interjected, “Did Mom and Dad ever discuss that I have a condition?”“No. What sort of condition?”“I’m on the spectrum for Asperger’s. So’s Mandy. We sort of form our own support group.”“But not like you’re institutionalized, right?”“No sir. I do have a doctor following my progress. Same one takes care of Mandy. But nothing like a leash or anything. I mean, I work a full-time job at an engineering house. I’m a functioning engineer.”“And I’m a functioning middle school. She was smiling with her head held down. We ignored this and got on the train. I went to confirm my seat but it was not confirmed. The TC told me to ask the TTR in the train for a berth so I thought that I had to arrange for a seat anyhow.We got a seat just next to the door but only one person could sit there so she sat on my lap. At the next station, the tt got in our bogie and he gave us the top berth. While helping her to climb there my hand hit her choot and she smiled at me. After her, I. Still Connie told herself, it had been an experiment and a necessary one. The fact it had felt great and it had turned her on didn't matter. What was important was that Connie had learned thing or two about this power that she now possessed. One thing filled her with both hope and confidence. With it she might be able to clean up the mess that Clyde had made. Yet the other thing ... it filled her with fear. What Connie had done with Ms. Reed had filled her with passion and desire. For a moment.