.Diana's dream from a couple weeks before suddenly popped into her head. Charles with his gun aimed right at her and a man's arm wrapped around her bo...dy. The only thing that hadn't happened yet was..."EDWARD HOOD!!!" The big man's voice boomed from somewhere to the right of them.The strain of the last few hours, the eerie reality of being mentally connected to Charles and then seeing her dream play out in real life were too much for Diana. Her brain shut down. As she went limp and faded into. I was born on a cold February morning. The 29th to be exact. Leap day. My mother, a young, d**g addicted prostitute, snuck out of the hospital later that evening, leaving me behind. All she left me was my name. A constant reminder of her disdain for me. I guess she could have been crueler. She could have had me someplace other than a hospital and left me in a dumpster. Later in life, I've come to believe that she didn't leave me. She let me go.Anyway, here I am. An infant boy born prematurely. She found his hand resting on her shoulder and she bent forward at the waist until her cheek lay along the wood. He moved around, pulled the belt forward; it bit her skin, stretched her spine. He tied it fast. It's better with the belt, she thought. He kicked her feet apart. The straps were fastened about her ankles. He brought his chair around and sat behind. “Try to relax.” And his fingers were at her crotch. A quick snap and he tore her underpants. They dropped about an ankle. Her thighs. . but I don't know what to do about it." He explained how he'd always been a bookworm and had never taken an interest in girls until Jenni had begun asking him to explain things in the mathematics course — he was a final year "A" level maths student, but had started taking some French and Spanish at G.C.S.E."Well ... I'm probably the last person to be giving advice on dating. But I do know Jenni. Now, then, she obviously likes you a lot, or she wouldn't have brought you home, or asked you to.