‘Ask Eve to pray for us–and to forgive me.’ ‘No need to forgive, she don’t have to forgive you an’ she knows it. God bless.’ They exchan...ged a quick hug, and Joe left, walking to the rented Ford Focus, not looking back. Helen was ten minutes late, and rushed. ‘Someone got enthusiastic with a riding crop this morning,’ she explained, ‘and I had some patching to do. Now Joe has done his thing, so it’s time we did yours, Sally.’ Sally looked down at the floor, a picture of submission. Valerie got. The steam on the windows were an attraction. I had to get closer.Nonchalanlty I walked near the rocking car. I could hear the low grumbles they made inside. I got as close as I dare and peeped through the window. The woman was riding her man such that her face was in full view. She had her eyes shut, so didn't see me as I crept closer, almost touching the car as it rocked gently on it's suspension in time with her vigorous thrusting. And then it happened. Oh shit. How did she know I was out. She was a stout woman in herforties. She was wearing a white blouse and a red flowery sari.Hi baby, do you need something to drink?She smiled at me. I nodded my head, indicating no. She went inside the kitchenand started cleaning the house as I sadly watched the boring operas in the TV.“Ayesha..!”, Seema was calling me from my bedroom. “Come here for a sec”, shecalled out. I slowly got up from the sofa and slipped on my slippers.Coming”, I called out as I walked towardsmy room. Seema was. “Robert is from Deptford Workhouse, doctor,” Anne said as she helped the little boy to climb onto the raised podium.“Hello Robert,” the doctor smiled, reaching for the lad and quickly examining his eyes, ears, noise and mouth. Anne then consulted Robert’s journal for the entries made by Miss Appleyard the seamstress that recorded his measurements and his responses to being intimately handled for the first time.“He seems healthy enough,” Jeremy said, as he looked the boy over.“Patricia Appleyard.