And when she finally slipped under the covers naked, she pushed away his eager hands and told him that she desperately needed to tell him a huge secret, or a huge hump would break out on her back from keeping it bottled up, and that he could never ever tell the secret to anyone.
Her perfect and flawless British pal, who could make women of any age swoon at his feet, had a weakness. And he had decided today, for the first time ever, to confide it to Helena. (Which he maybe shouldn’t have done, Helena mused, if he’d wanted it to remain a secret.) (Nonetheless, William wasn’t a fool, so he must have known that she’d immediately tell it to Martin.) (Of course he was counting on it.)
At the early age of 18, William Stannard was diagnosed with an obsessive compulsive disorder, or OCD; he start
