We were getting little high, the beers were showing their effect. We both were speaking, laughing with each other.She loved dancing I asked her should... we dance, for which we readily agreed, I put on the slow track and started dancing with her, I caught hold of her one hand and put my other hand around her waist, she put her other hand on my shoulder, we were dancing slowly then little fast, turning her from one side to another, rolling her, we were having fun at that time, I got a chance to. I gave it time before talking to her about that night and was going to bring it up the following Friday. I sat around all day trying to think of how to ask her about that night but before I was home I received the same text about the girls going out for drinks. I protested a bit but she went anyway. Same as before she came home late but not stumbling drunk. She kissed me good night and went to bed. I woke up early and waited for her to rise. I brought her a cup of coffee then began fumbling. " I thought you might have." It’s none of my business, Dad. That’s between you and Mum." But what about Amy?" What about Amy?" Your Mum’s upset. She likes Amy, they’re close. They tell each other everything." How do you know?" For a second Jack looked right at his father, saying nothing until he had his attention."How do you know, Dad? Does Amy talk to you?"“No, no, the two of them talk. Di told me, they’re really very close, they tell each other everything.”"Lucky Mum. You’d better go and. I instinctively pulled my lips apart slightly and he was able to tie the scarf around my head, effectively stopping my ability to speak, but I could still make sounds.Then he rose and walked away. I heard noises in the background of someone rummaging around in the room and then silence. I strained to hear even the slightest thing, but nothing could be heard. I thought he had left me, and I tried to cry out. The gag muffled everything I said, and I felt it fell on deaf ears anyway, so I just sat.