"Hey pussy! What the fucking fuck!" she shouted through the door as she pushed her way in. "What the fuck have you been doing in my room. I know you'v...e been in there, the bed is all messed up and the lights are still on."I pretended I was asleep. She shook me, suddenly tearing the duvet off and revealing everything I was trying to hide. "Aah haha haha!" Her laughter echoed through me. I curled up in a wasted effort to protect myself. "Oh dear. What a pathetic fucking loser, no wonder I left. The domain of fear was presided over by Father Worthy and sister Penitence who was a grim faced and terrifying nun. Father Worthy was a huge man with a red face. If he so much as looked at you he made you want to back away, his eyes seemed to bore right into you stripping away all your clothes and he gave the impression that he could see right into your mind and was disgusted at what he saw. Some girls had gone to the annex and never been seen, or even spoken of, again. Mostly girls did return. She continues her walk, almost twisting her ankle at one point as her heel turns inward, but not stopping as she comes up to our camera and stops on her mark, looking up – right into camera, with feat in her eyes and a fake smile ... Then she introduces herself in an accent so stereotypically Pakitani/English that she could well be putting on a voice to distract from who she is – but that little plan fails as she tells us who she is and where she’s from... “Hello. My name is Ayesha Shah and I’m. “Okay you two, as much as I’m enjoying myself it’s time I wasn’t here” A hugely relaxed and satisfied Charles eventually exclaimed a little regretfully from the comfort of the sofa, more than happy with the events of the previous night and this morning. As much as he was thoroughly enjoying life at the Dixon Home, Charles was only too aware he was by then expected at the home of Vicky Preston, where Sean Brady and a couple of his old army pals along were waiting, along with what Charles assumed.