He had wanted the rock-n-roll lifestyle instead of a monogamous relationship and had repeatedly been unfaithful during their marriage with any groupie...he could get his hands on. She had divorced him after he had given her an STD that had caused her huge problems, the infection eventually preventing her from ever having the children she would have loved to have had. The band had split too. She had gone on to make a few records but never made it big as it were, instead gigging around the clubs. — А подсматривать за папой и мамой будешь? — Нет. — И дрочить на них не будешь? — Нет, — по Борькиной щеке потекла слеза, он всхлипнул. — Хорошо. Я тебе верю, — улыбнулась тетя Наташа. И в следующую секунду взгляд ее посуровел. – Но тебя надо наказать. Становись на колени.Борька не послушался и схлопотал еще одну пощечину. На этом он не выдержал и заплакал.-А ну быстро на колени! – взвизгнула его мать и, схватив за руку потащила к кровати. – Коль, помоги мне.Камера дернулась и секунд двадцать. I needed to hear her voice. I needed to please her, and I most definitely needed to be her good boy. I found I couldn’t sleep, and by the end of the night I promised myself that I would always do what she said, so I could be her good boy. I called in sick the next morning, and spent the day moping around the house. I didn’t dress, shower, eat or even drink a cup of coffee. I just watched every clock in the house as seconds turned into hours and hours into days. Finally it was 9:00 PM and I was. She reached for the nearest limb of a tree and tested it’s strength. Then, leaning her weight on it for support, she carefully took a step. The pain was sharp but not unbearable, so she tried again, and again, shuffling forward in slow, painful steps. Her breath was soon coming in short gasps, the effort of it more than she’d anticipated. The pain in her ankle was itching to make her yelp. It was getting really cold out too, the weather in Maine at a low for the season. Lena, without a coat.