”“Come on, it’s not all Zoe’s fault, she’s American, and you know how they like their juniors.”“Harrumph,” I grunted. I looked down ha...ppily at Michael Jr. – Mikey, as he was known to us, played with his toy tractor in the grass beside us.“And in any case, you know it’s all your fault. Who was it that came up with the idea that the other wife should name the baby?”“Which both of you thought was a great idea,” I replied.Sally settled back, resting her head on my shoulder, smiling at me, “And we. Ada nodded at me so I got up and whispered for her to pull up on her arms, flipping the slack rope from the hook, so she was stood on her flat feet wrists still secure. I undid the wrap from her left breast, the blood running back causing her as much if not more pain than the suspension. A sharp ingress of breath, tears, shaking of her head, fingers gripping the rope. Matron`s eyes boring into her friends face, as if to transfer the pain, both women knowing that the second breast was still. She took a taxi back to the university, and caught her next lecture. The previous one she would speak to the lecturer about, to get a copy of his notes for herself and Reg to go over. Reg would read almost anything that he could get his head around, and this occasionally meant he had an inspiration that assisted her own understanding. During the lecture she texted Reg to apprise him of the main results of her bank visits. She would give him the full details this evening.Frances had indeed. Masterson's a week later. The appointment is at noon,and I arrived thirty minutes early. It is now 12:09, and I am beginningto wonder if I got the day or time wrong. Or maybe Dr. Masterson's justforgotten about me. Or maybe I blew it last time. I was too forward,staring at her thighs and revealing my deepest, darkest fantasies. Sheprobably doesn't want to be my therapist because I'm so perverted. Sonaughty. I'm a bad boy and she doesn't want to be my mommy .... What?What did I just.