sorry to refer back to the horror day of vomit.. it had me and my little dog dry retching just typing out my on the fly transcript ... along with shouts of disbelieving laughter at the next bout of heaving ... my eyes were rolling like a fruit machine.. some one put a hanky on his head at one stage, like a sort of veil... it simply threw me backwards, shouting in astonishment.. ....
the one thing that struck me, was.. he didn't vomit that night.. not in front of Dr Stipp.. yet there he was, plain as day, his fingers down Reevas throat, her teeth clenched in a death grip on his fingers, his hand on her bloody groin , not a heave heard.
the one thing that struck me, was.. he didn't vomit that night.. not in front of Dr Stipp.. yet there he was, plain as day, his fingers down Reevas throat, her teeth clenched in a death grip on his fingers, his hand on her bloody groin , not a heave heard.