"Oh Tommy," I sighed, falling into him. I buried my face into his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. "I'm so sorry," I slobbered between ...tears. "It's okay Mom, I've got you," he whispered into my ear, holding me as securely as a father would hold a newborn. Tom moved his hand under my chin and lifted my face to his own. "I love you," he said before he leaned in to kiss my lips ever so softly. It may sound silly, but I truly felt electrical shocks run through my body the second we. During a night we were both spending at his private and secretly located apartment, he told me he has to go on a business trip that requires a conference for a full day and night, if I would accompany him, he would make it three days or longer, claiming we have never travelled abroad ever since our relation was strengthened and changed from pure business to a partnership, an intimate relation and pleasure.I approved of it, and it was arranged to go to that country two days ahead of the. No, more than asleep, stoned. Completely and utterly stoned out of their minds. Whatever was in their giant bong, it was some pretty potent stuff.Bachman's tenseness evaporated. He almost laughed.There was a strong musky odour in the air, like an exotic perfume although Bachman didn't recognise the brand. He wondered if it was the remnants of whatever the girls had been toking on. It tickled the nostrils and Bachman was surprised to find he felt quite aroused.That was probably the naked girls. Anne and a friend of ours, Helen, had just come back from a day out horse riding. Helen had come back to our house to collect something or other, any excuse to stop and chat.Helen began to tell us how one of the horses at the stables had to be operated on. In order to carry it out they gave it a special d**g so the horse would be knocked out completely and not remember anything when it woke up.Anne interrupted “It sounds like a stronger version of the d**g Kate,one of our c***dren, was given at.