Erna... Om acht uur, kan dat?''Ja hoor afgesproken. Morgenavond acht uur.''Dank u wel ... Erna.'Het is even stil, dan zeg ik: 'ik dank u wel voor alle.... Dan ... dan gaik maar... Nog een prettige avond en ... tot morgen ...''Goed Syl. Ik breng je even naar de trap.'De vrouw loopt mee tot aan de trap. Ik geef haar een hand: 'dank uwel... Erna..., dank u wel...''Geen dank, m'n jongen... tot morgen.'Ik roets de trap af, naar beneden. Buiten op straat haal ik opgeluchtadem. Ik heb een kamer. Het is. Mum was calling me and I snapped out ofmy trance. “Sorry Mum, I was distracted”. She had a look on her face - notquite annoyed, more bemused than anything. “Is there something on yourmind?” she asked. I felt my face go red as I tried to think of something lessembarrassing to admit to! I think she noticed, because I could see her nippleshad got bigger. Great! just when I thought I’d calmed down! If she had noticedmy staring, it didn’t seem to bother her. She just carried on chatting as. ?” He started to say before realising what a stupid question he was about to ask.“Yes.”There was silence for a few moments. “Are you naked?”“No,” she told him. “I’m wearing that new nightie.”“And panties?”“No.”More silence passed.“Did he... in my chair?”“Yes,” she answered. “He also spanked me in it too.”“Spanked you?” he asked. “Why?”“Because I like it.”“I didn’t know that.”Dawn reminded him of the times that she asked him to do it. “I bet he would enjoy doing that sort of thing, wouldn’t. I don't know what's real and what's drug-induced. It's supposed to control the manic-depressive state but most of the time you just don't feel anything. It's okay mostly when it's bringing me up out of depression, but then I never get the really intense drive to complete something. I don't get the high. My voices don't talk." You hear voices?" Oh shit!"Sure. They all shut up when I write them down. Somebody said that if you hear voices in your head and they are ignoring you, then you are.