Sarcastic pig; she didn't need him to tell her that you could have a child without necessarily being married. `I know the theory,' she replied, putting in more effort to stay calm. Though, at another of his long, steady stares, she felt herself go a bit pink-and saw him take in her blush, too. Well, it wasn't every day, or ever for that matter, that she told a complete stranger that she was a virgin.

However, if her blush just now confirmed her statement for him, her ultimate employer did not comment on it either, but, with a quick glance to his watch, as if believing he had wasted more than enough of his precious time on her, Thomson Wakefield got to his feet. Yancie, too, was on her feet when at last he gave her the benefit of his deliberations.

'You may keep your job, Miss Dawkins,' he told her coldly.

'Oh, thank-'

'But…'

She might have known there'd be a `But'. `But?' she stayed to enquire.

'But you're suspended-without pay-until you give me an answer to my question of what you were doing on that part of the motorway.'

Thanks for nothing! Yancie came close then and there to telling him what he could do with his job. Why she didn't she couldn't have said. Her glance, however, was as cold as his when, just before she walked to the door, she told him coolly, `I'll see myself out.'

It was Saturday morning before she had got herself of sufficient mind to begin thinking of something other than that cold and unfeeling brute Thomson Wakefield. Suspended! He might just as well have sacked her. No way could she bring Wilf into this. No point in both of them looking for a new job.

And that, she knew, had to be her first priority. She was still adamant that she wasn't going to touch a penny of the allowance which her stepfather paid into her bank account. But she had to face the fact that, even with Astra refusing to allow her to pay rent, having been absolutely astounded at Yancie's suggestion that she should, just day-to-day living was costly.