‘Look’ both women said at the same time; ‘Saskia’ Emma went on, ‘you’re right, what happened happened. There is nothing that can change th...t, so...’ ‘...let’s try to pretend that nothing happened?’ Saskia finished for her ‘I think that is wise’ with that they embraced, but both women sub-consciously realised, that they neither could pretend that they had not had sex with each other, and two strange men the night before, or that their friendship was not inexorably altered.Emma walked into her. A dress of some sort was a certainty, as were a couple of blouses and short skirts. Was there anything else she needed?"What do you think we should get?" I asked hoping for some ideas."I don't know, what do you want me to have?" Alison had a very expressive face and the look she was giving me now clearly said that this was your idea not mine."Alright," I said, glancing to the heavens, "I'm getting you a dress and a couple of blouses and skirts," after a short pause I added, "very short skirts.". Had she lost her son because of one unthinking comment? No, it wasn't one unthinking comment. She'd pressed the point, driven it home time and time again. That she did it because she feared for his well-being wasn't an excuse, not after finding out how vile coach truly was. She'd made her son feel like he was as despicable as coach, which was both untrue and unforgivable."Do you have any idea what was bothering David when he returned from picking up the evidence?" Barbara asked Darla. They were. Very intense." He noticed that all the marks on her body had been healed, but her emotions and thoughts said they could still be felt. Interesting. Jane noticed his look and said, "Mistress said that you'd most likely want a clean canvas to paint on tonight."Trust Lea to pick up on that. Ken had been planning on seeing how much energy it would take to heal her, but now that was unnecessary."Ari, your sister-slave is hungry. Why don't you feed her something?" remarked Ken."Oh yes Master," smiled.