? He was furious at my lack of reaction to what he was doing to me.At this point in their selection process, a lot of girls were already begging for i... to stop. But I did not beg. More than pride, I just didn’t see the point in begging when it would make absolutely no difference to the way that the selection progressed. They were putting us through torture and humiliation live, in front of millions and no one was going to stop them. I certainly wasn’t going to try.I met his eyes again but. Shame you can’t be a bit of a bastard sometimes,’ Jo smiled and pecked me on the cheek then went to talk to Richard. Tara lived on the other side of London to me but at least I didn’t need to go through the centre to get to hers. For the next week I’d leave after the rush hour and get to hers around midday. I always brought some food, Jo had warned me that Tara wasn’t cooking for herself and barely eating. She was barely talking either, and she spent her time looking at nothing, breaking down.. She got some looks, as I was a superior officer to her, but I let that go. ‘There’s forgiveness, Joanne,’ I said, ‘and then there’s letting someone walk all over you. But to answer your question directly: No. I do not forgive, and I do not forget. For the most part, I’m paid to have that attitude. But beyond that… when someone sets fire to my home with my baby children inside, and when one of my police officers is murdered… no, there is never forgiveness of that, and it is never forgotten in my. I had littleinterest in most of what was for sale, but Liz kept holding things I'dnever wear up to me. Finally, I broke down and asked, "Are you tryingto tell me something here?" Eh, just trying to see what you'd look like all dolled up." Since when are you interested in me getting dolled up?" Since I realized how much I love you, no matter what you look like."Liz wasn't one for saying emotional things like that, so her statementwas both surprising and moving. In that instant, my fears.