Slowly she nodded. I don’t believe it, she understood me. ‘Say something.’ I blurted out. She made a clicking sound but that was not speech, or ...aybe it was to her people. Perhaps she can’t talk like a human. The poor thing she must be frightened. She must want to communicate. I wonder if she is lonely. My smile grew and she looked at me strangely. It hurt a little bit, smiling that is. She noticed that I winced. My foolish grin was ripped from my face as she forced me down. Her tongue emerged. Collette had been very patient with us during our 3 or 4 house hunting trips to France and we were certain when we did buy, it would be through her. She was very friendly , personable and not easily discouraged. She had grown up in the area, knowing places and things most other agents probably wouldn’t. Her English was great and she was very patient with our French. You and she became friends very quickly, each learning from the other. It was kind of strange though, at 44, she’d never been. If I argued would it stop him from hurting me again or would I just stop getting presents for letting him. “Well then don’t look so sad about it. You should be grateful I gave you something so special in return for what you gave me.” There were no words for how I felt so I just continued sitting there looking down. I didn’t really give him anything. He took it from me. I was frantically thinking of a way to stop him from doing it again and I couldn’t think of anything. No one would believe me. I almost cried out as I felt a sort of wrenching sensation in my left breast. Sue sensed that something had happened and looked closer at me. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘just look at that.’ I felt Roger stretch to look down at my breast over my shoulder. I knew what he was doing to see. I knew it but I couldn’t believe it. I looked down at my breast and I saw the white droplet at the top of my nipple. It had been a month since I had stopped breast feeding my child and I thought that my milk had.