“What do you mean, ‘my’ point of view?” Tabatha wanted to know.“Tabby-darling,” Lisa began, “this isn’t the same body I had the last t...me we were together. I’m different. I’ve died and come back a hundred times since then. I’m not really my mother’s daughter any more.”“But you still love me, don’t you?” Tabatha asked, almost whimpering.“Of course I do,” Lisa crooned. “But I will have to remember to be gentle with you. I’ve not known you for a few hundred years. And that passage of time has been. Mum put her arms round me, picked me up and put me on her lap. Dad came in, sat on the bed and cuddled us both, for a second I felt odd being naked around my Dad but that soon passed as I carried on crying. Both my parents then started. I felt so tiny and helpless as we sat there, I couldn’t even wipe the tears from my eyes.We sat there for about an hour cuddling and crying. Once I’d stopped Dad wiped my tears with a tissue, kissed me again and told me he loved me no matter what.“I know what. “Daddy?” she asked. “Yes honey, what?” I replied. “I need to have your undivided attention. We need to talk right now.” She said with authority. I folded the paper and put it on the floor beside the bed. “Well Miss Heather, you sound quite important. What do we need to talk about?” I asked. Heather brought her face up to mine and as she placed her hands on either side of my head she placed a long wet kiss on my lips. I never expected this from her. She kissed me a second time and stuck some. . "And on your birthday, too... By the way, I'm going to have all those presents put away for you in a special room... You can use them as you like. Now what's the trouble?"Kate clung to his neck letting all the words tumble out quickly... that she had to leave Tim, divorce him... that she had no idea what she was doing or what was to become of her, but that she knew that Sam would help her... even if she had behaved like a common slut the night before... surely he would help her.Sam sat her.