hand. When he finally managed to speak, he suggested that we booked an appointment with the school counsellor. At first, I wasn’t sure if it
was a good idea but then the more I thought about it, I realised I was going to need some adult intervention and perhaps someone who could hear me out first rather than listen to all the tales dads had spun over all these years about me being a disobedient child.
Dylan and I waited by the school reception which is where her office was located. My stomach was doing somersaults at the time and luckily for us the school counsellor was able to see us. Initially she had presumed we had both gone to see her for some free condoms or other forms of protection but as she then realised it was a tad late for that! Understandably she presumed that Dylan