CHAPTER 22I somehow felt liberated as we were driving towards the town. I was alldressed up in my ethnic Mexican clothes, long gipsy skirt, glitterybl...ouse, large earrings and a bold makeup with a pronounced lippy made mefeel ultra-feminine. I even had a flower attached on my black curly hairadded the last minute by Se?ora Patricia."Aren't you a sweet muxe my Crissie?" she said as we were entering thecar.I felt quite amused and pleased when I saw Pedro's look, full ofadmiration as he gave me one. Karta hua mere muh mein hi jhad gaya uski virya se mera muh bhar gaya jish maine swad lete hue pi liya usne apna lund mere muh se apna lund bahar nikalte hue kaha nikhil-kaisa lagi me-bhut acha laga par muh me dard hogaya Nikhil pyas bujhi ya or piyegi malai shake? Me, muh ki pyas to tript hogayi par tune meri chut ki pyas pehle Se kahi jada badha di hai bas ab mujhe is tarah chod mere raja ke mein kal dard ke mare chal na paun itni zor se meri seal tod ke uski awaz hame sunai de Nikhil mein. " Is there a problem?" Yes and no. I'd better explain," Alena said hurriedly. "I umm, can't stay Saturday night. In fact, I have to leave around fourish." That's rather early," Kathy said, sounding unhappy." I thought, umm, I thought we might accelerate things tonight and finish strong following breakfast on Saturday." Well I ... that is," Kathy said slowly, trying to get Alena to change her mind, or at least determine the reason for the schedule change. "We thought we'd be wrapping things up. Tara isn’t hurt at all. You never hit her. You never cut her. Your mind is confusing the two things. You’ve drawn Dad’s cuts onto Tara’s back. This never happened.”I kept repeating myself and watched as understanding slowly seeped through the confusion in Mum’s face.“Bec?”“Yes, Mum. It’s Bec. And this picture is all in your mind.”“Bec? Are you sure?”“I promise, Mum. I promise you Tara isn’t hurt.”“But...” she trailed off into silence and looked at the crumped picture in my hand.Then her arms.