They had been friends, good friends, until Chuck, Franks' big brother, was taken by the GovMen last year, but since then, Frank seemed to want nothing...to do with him. As if he suspected Jeremy might be the same as his brother. "Why would he think that?" Jeremy wondered,, and suddenly stopped walking for a second, a flash of a memory occuring to him. "Oh for craps sake... could it be that?" He shook his head, writing off what happend in the tent between them as simple childhood play. Sure, it. There was only two buttons holding it together and in truth I would look better with a bit of uplift from a bra but I knew that was out of the question."You look good," he said.I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. The top button was between my breasts leaving a lot of naked flesh on show above."Right lets go," he said taking my hand.It was hot inside his Mini but it soon cooled down as we drove long. We parked up beside the river and walked hand in hand alone the towpath until we came. My fingers grew into claws as black as darkness with no light in it at all.I tore out the hunchback's throat, swallowing his blood and the litle stringy things that held him together. I rolled in the mess like a cat in a patch of catnip. The blood within me purred.When I opened my eyes, a tall, stern-looking figure in a black priest outfit was looking at me sternly. He carried a bowl filled with water. A large cross hung from his neck."Are you finished?" he asked.I gulped. "Why the hell don't I. Then they noticed me, and Martha waved and Ronnie blew me a kiss.I blew little kisses at both of them. I thought: Shit, I'm leaving this for Memphis in eleven days?Martha motioned for me to join them in the water. I saw her mouth the words "Come on" twice but couldn't hear her, and beside her Ronnie was sweeping back her hair and looking seaward, her slim, slight back muscles flexing and her waist sloping gently into hips half covered with water. I thought: good lord, just looking at them is.