CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!Her backside becomes red and she is twisting and squirming and crying out.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! ...RACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!At first she has her head turned away from me but now it is towards me and her face is red and tears stream down her cheeks.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!I have told her that she would not be able to sit down for a while and I'm determined to make sure that this is the case.CRACK! CRACK!. As I sat there, a woman maybe my own age – thirty-five – with startling, fiery red hair, and a toddler daughter with slightly lighter, but also fiery, red hair, came in. She spoke quietly to the girls behind the counter, with a lot of laughter, especially as she lifted the little girl so she could feel part of the conversation. She collected a cup of tea and a small chocolate milk-shake, and walked over to my table.“Mind if we join you?”I looked around. The cafe wasn’t packed, but there weren’t. As I looked around it seemed like my Dad had packed a bag and left. His mobile and wedding ring had been left with a note on the kitchen table, The note just had the word “Sorry” written on it.In my parent’s bedroom there had been a suit hanging and a pressed shirt, polished shoes and a gold mask. The was written list of instructions from my Mum and an invite to the ‘Decadent Masquerade Ball’ at Taynton Manor.The Instructions said that time to live one of there fantasies, he was to be ready for. Standing over 6’ in heels with dark almost black hair and I guess I kind of had a crush on her.So let’s go to the day that changed my life forever.I had been staying at Bev’s for 2 weeks, our house more a bomb site than a building site still. School had an in teacher training day and I intended to have as lazy a day I could. Bev popped her head round the door to say cheerio and head to work , she asked if I wouldn’t mind putting the washing on if I have a minute from my busy schedule then .