”We got in and drove back to the hotel. As luck would have it, a family was checking in when we pulled back into the parking lot. Sarah was under th...e blanket during the drive back, but I saw a chance for some more fun. The family had what looked like a 12 or 13 year old boy and I wanted him to see Sarah. “Stay here until I let you out.” I said to Sarah.I saw them going into a room three doors down from ours and I got out and took my sweet time getting over to Sarah’s door. I waited until it. "Your back is open in places a shower is going to hurt." I know." she whispered.I turned the shower on mist and helped her inside. She winced."Turn it up a little."I turned the shower to sprinkle and she leaned on the wall and let the waterfall on her head. Slowly she leaned on the wall and sank to the floor. "Go get Dean. I'll wait here." ... but..." The faster you the faster you'll be back. Go get him." She closed her eyes and curled up in a ball on the shower floor.I ran to my room and. She was allowing me to be a little more explicit – I never sent Her real stuff of me and my antics – and was even using naughty words back, but in a nice way, like you would expect a nice girl to be. But I adored every exchange. A few words from Her made my month. I continued to innovate as much as I could, coming up with different ideas, though in truth really just different ways of saying the same thing. But over those years, despite the gaps in communication that sometimes occurred, I did. Sir Alan nodded and Lady Henderson looked sad, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue."Yes. That's our Emma. I threw her out a couple of years ago and have little idea what has happened to her. She disgraced us all and chucked away what could have been a brilliant career. The last I heard she was employed as a "model" And we all know what that means!" I have seen her recently. I know all about her rather lurid recent past and it makes no difference as far as my estimation of her is concerned. You.