The officer followed rightbehind me and stopped behind my car, and he got out (he seemed to be aregular white guy, about 30 years old or so). A ticke... was quitehonestly the least of my fears as he approached me, given the other"things' I was hiding....."Miss, do you know how fast you were going?" I'm sorry officer, I'm sorry," I said, "I think I was doing 55, ok." You were doing 57," he said, "and you have expired plates. That is whyI pulled you over. License and registration please."I. 'And so what? I can't have both of them at once!' he thought. As always, he felt back for the source of help and solace that had never failed him.'Caron? What do I do now?' he asked, and felt her presence, sympathising, knowing. He closed his eyes in the bathroom light and saw her eyes regarding him, mocking but concerned.Stan always felt better when he thought of her, but this time he couldn't be sure what he thought she was telling him. Not once, in all the years they were married, had he. . Butsomewhere, deep inside me, there was a voice nagging at me, trying toget my attention. I was sort of hazily aware of certain questions,like, "Where did the diaper and plastic panties come from?" And, "Whywas there a plastic sheet under my side of the bed?" And, "Why was Iwearing frilly panties and a camisole every day?" But, even as thosequestions came to my mind, they slipped away, like water off a duck'sback.I took a shower, and headed for the bedroom to get dressed. Fiona sortof. "Mum stood up and said."Tommy this is your flat and I respect your wishes, not to mention what you've done for me, but if you make him leave now, I'll leave with him." What?" At least hear what he has to say, I'll be honest with you Arnold, I don't want you here any more than my son does, so please make it brief."He took a deep breath and smiled weakly. "Thank you."Then he hesitated as if he'd changed his mind and just for a moment I thought he was going to leave, but then he began slowly to.