Everyone seemed to think Bec had remembered something when she saw Liz and now she was shut down - that’s what Liz called it. Whatever it was, nobod... seemed to panic. The shrink went away to do something else and Liz and her father sat there and talked to me with Bec sitting in between them and staring off into space.By the time Liz and her father had to leave, Bec seemed a lot more aware of what was going on around her though she hadn’t said a word since Liz had first arrived. That didn’t seem. And it was this fascination that drove me to thrust first one, then two and finally three fingers deep and repeatedly into Lisa’s gaping pussy.“You slut, look at your battered pussy, Lisa. What have you done?” I told her, my voice tight with a strangled exasperation, my face still staring at the battered war zone, rather than looking up and at the woman herself.“Dancing’s hard work. Physically exhausting, honey. You can’t expect it to do nothing. Have no impact.”Maybe it should have annoyed me,. Always the politics. Veronica was a master of offering you three ways to make her life better. She could make you grateful for having a choice. Fortunately for me, she was not the Mistress of choices. That might have ended more badly. I was an intern for my thesis research. Time with Veronica was like a second internship. Of the two, Roni taught me more. My sister-in-law, Sheila, has a lovely phrase for it, ‘Learning hurts, because part of your innocence died.’ They make up words like. That's my boyfriend, Laurence - no, my fiancée now; he asked me to marry him last week. I thought I'd better bring him up here to get your okay. You never come down to see us! Oh, and these are our best friends, Debra and Griff; they've just got engaged as well, so we're planning a double wedding sometime next year." Hi, folks," I said looking at them through Billie's mop of auburn hair as best I could. "It would be easier to shake you fiancé's hand, if I was standing up, Billie, and besides I.