I nestle back in my semi-reclined deck chair as I talk with Alyssia and Latifa. I’m feeling good again. The sun usually has that effect, and so does...pleasant company. There’s silence for a couple of minutes. “Come on, Emma, don’t be so bloody English!” It’s Alyssia. And I’m puzzled. “What do you mean?” She sighs with mock exasperation: “You need to put some sunscreen on. Who’s gonna want to root you when you’re peeling?” Shit. She’s probably right. Of course I haven’t thought to bring any on. ‘He decided that he loved the girl so much that his country didn’t seem so important anymore. They were very happy together. Of course his country broke out in civil war but thankfully that’s not my department.’ Jamie blinked a few times at that little revelation. ‘Which king was that?’ He asked trying to recall any vanishing kings he might have learnt about in his studies. ‘Hm? Oh I can’t remember. It was a long time ago. Anyway the point is that forgetting some things can sometimes turn out. Their focus never left the encroaching brutes whowere the most sexually-intimidating. Bernard and Peter were ripping outof the clothes with their growing form. Bernard looked pained for aminute until he unzipped his pants letting out his eight inches ofstudliness. Lyndon frowned out of jealousy, she now missed her penismore than ever. Why did the boy and the old man have to get a boost andshe stuck getting boosted? The vulnerability and sense of loss she feltbetween her legs added to her. At one point, Micky glanced out the loft door and saw a car coming up the driveway. Mrs. M sat up, looked at the car, then looked at the kids, who were splashing each other in the cool water of the pond. ‘Kids, come on, your grandparents are here,’ he heard Linda call. The two children raced out of the water and greeted the two older people who stepped out of the car. All of the people disappeared into the house, disappointing the young man, who continued working. A short while later, the.