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George was pushed into a large room with only two small barred windows set high in the bare concrete wall.The far end of the room was separated from the rest by steel bars creating a prison cell but in the middle four wooden pillars were spaced evenly along the centre line of the room.There were quite a few bills for construction work. Presumably Erica had needed work to be done to set up the consulting rooms.

Either she was treating a very large number of people or her clients were paying hundreds of pounds for each session. I know some people find my driving a bit assertive.s wheels as it slowed.

He could quite see how she could afford to dress as she did and run that Mercedes.t done any good and as she drove confidently through the traffic, it was working its way back up again. As he looked up again guiltily, Erica turned towards him and smiled before looking back and swinging the car around a slower driver in front of them. She drove around to the back of the house, parking the car beneath a tall sycamore tree that brought some pleasant shade on the hot afternoon.

It was all a little puzzling but he was sure that Erica would explain what it all meant.

She obviously saw all of these items as legitimate business expenses.s therapy was extremely well regarded.

Against three of them, three other, younger, men were already tied. The three others were dressed much as he was, one wore a suit, one a shirt and trousers, the other a t-shirt and jeans.

All of them were handcuffed with their wrists behind their backs.Hed invited the woman around to discuss things and had been pleasantly surprised when he saw from his window a Mercedes sports car pull to a halt outside his house at the time agreed.A slim, forty year old, red-haired, woman climbed out.George gave an embarrassed smile and backed away from her clumsily, banging his head with a resounding thump against the wall of the hall as he did so.s all right. George followed her through, somewhat bemused by the smartly dressed, sun-tanned woman whose appearance contrasted so greatly with most of his clients.As they entered the office he felt embarrassed by the muddle of paper piles across the desk and over the chair that he kept beside his desk for visitors. That will give me enough time to examine this file, IGeorge reached out and took her hand.But, on the other hand, he found he managed to keep a steady income and at least he was his own boss, able to take holidays as and when he chose.