It was only a few weeks earlier that we were at a hotel to "entertain" a voyeur. That night, I was lying on the bed; the voyeur bloke was sitting in a... chair about 6 feet from the bed. He had bought Pat an outfit that he wanted her to wear. I suppose I was a bit nervous, but it didn’t have the same affect on me as it did him and that "evening" only lasted a matter of minutes. This guy who had paid for the room for the night was soon scrambling for his handkerchief and wiping himself with it. We. "At 7.55pm I was parked a little way down the road from Jack's house. Itwas a canny little bungalow, next door to the local primary school. Igrabbed my handbag and my sketchbook, walked to his front door and rangthe bell. A moment later Jack answered the door. He had stitches downhis cheek, a black eye and a bust lip from the beating. He looked tostill be in pain as well. I suddenly felt very guilty."Hey Sophie." He looked me up and down. "Wow, even when you're not inprincess mode, you scrub up. Think about it, you were nothappy the way we were but you didn't know I was not happy either. I lovedthe kids and you very much. But I felt trapped I wanted to work full timeand I knew I could do well in a big IT firm. But you had no skill withkids and face it my love, you as a teacher we were struggling with ourmoney."I made almost as much as you working part time from home and we had toask Aunt Beth for help more than once. Now I make more than three timesour joint incomes doing something I. "Good luck." She said, and headed for the stairs.Moving up the stairs with speed and agility, she was through the trap door before it finished opening, and out into the hall again before it closed. Her emerald eyes scanned the hallway quickly and she swept through the door up to the roof, letting it hang on its hinges. In a few moments, she would be completely free of the tower, and leaving a trail behind her was not to be worried over once she was on the ground.As she ran up the stairs, she.