Act 1 -- In my own bed
So, I crept back to my room, uncertain as to whether Harry, my son, had seen me. That thought wasn't uppermost in my mind. My head was full of a desire to relieve myself, there was no room for regret or worry.
As I walked...
Act 1 -- In my own bed
So, I crept back to my room, uncertain as to whether Harry, my son, had seen me. That thought wasn't uppermost in my mind. My head was full of a desire to relieve myself, there was no room for regret or worry.
As I walked...