" Her cheeks were tear-stained and her eyes were red and puffy."What are you doing here?" I asked. My mind was having difficultycatching up with the s...ensory input it was receiving. Then, suddenly itsynchronised and I remembered the events that had undoubtedly led to mebeing here. I shivered involuntarily.Claire looked at me with concern. "Do you remember anything?"I nodded and chewed my lip as a tear rolled down my cheek. It was likethe dam had been cracked open and the horror and fear came. ’ ‘Ahh…’ he sighed deeply, not a happy sound. ‘Your tongue is wise as it is wicked my daughter. Your mother has taught you too well.’ ‘Yes father, my tongue is wicked… and clever too… it has many uses…’ Her voice was thick as she stared at him, eyes glistening in the soft candle light. With a shock, he could feel himself responding, the fire starting to burn through his blood. Aaarggh, why did she have to look so much like her mother, indistinguishable except for her dark hair and grey eyes,. I later discovered that Amy was quite happy to shag any normal healthy male, as long as they accepted that she was ‘committed’ to her partner back home! The reason that I missed out on such delights was, not that I was not normal or healthy, but that I met her at the beginning of our year at Collage and she had not as yet sorted out the ground rules in her head. Bummer!Anyway back to Lynmouth. We finished off our drinks and wandered back to the car. I gently placed my hand around her waist to. I rolled my eyes and made my way quickly towards the bar. I needed a drink badly. Standing at the bar, I ordered my drink and waited while the hunky bartender in a Chippendale’s outfit poured it out for me. God, I needed sex so badly. If Richard was still the man I met, or if he wasn’t here at all, the idea of me being taken roughly from behind by Mister Chippendale was squashed as soon as it had sprung. A hand touched my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts ‘You still a Vodka Martini girl.