Sara’s mum looked at her said ” why are you not at school” Sara looked snarled back ” could not be bothered” Sara’s mum looked at her Sara... added ” what’s that cunt doing here” her mum told her ” Steve helped me with the shopping so watch your mouth your only a 12 year old girl you should be at school so get going” Sara looked said ” fuck off I’m not going” her mum took her coat off saying” that’s it I have had enough of your mouth and bullying your for it” Sara looked retorted ” yeah fuck off”. By the time Dan and I arrived with our army of bodyguards, Ewan was already in theatre under general anaesthetic, his arm amputated. They told us he had agreed to the operation — it was his only chance.I was sat at his bedside in the recovery room when he woke. What the fuck do you say to someone who had just had their arm lopped off? I stayed with him for the rest of the day, the conversation banal and prevaricative.When at one point the doctor temporarily evicted us to do his thing, Dan gave. "Do you agree to be our guinea pig for an experiment tonight? If you do, we'll delete the photos." Yes, yes I do, just please get rid of them. No one can ever know." Fair enough. Follow us then."It only hit me after a few minutes that they must want to have sex with me. "What else do they need an adult human male as a 'guinea pig' for? These little rug munchers clearly want to try having sex with a man." I thought to myself.We went back to her room and they told me to follow all of their. "Miss Spencer, I hope you enjoy a Happy Thanksgiving, Ben."The words we overheard when Jen was talking to her sister, "I can't. I just can't sit at that table and pretend... ," haunted me. Was she saying she couldn't sit at her parents' Thanksgiving table and pretend that the man she had given her virginity wasn't there? Was she saying she couldn't pretend that she didn't love me? Millie, I decided, was the only person who could tell me what her sister was saying.It was the day before.