Ignoring the spill she held Michael at arm’s length with both hands as she looked him over from top to bottom and asked “Are you all right? Did he...hurt you? How could you be so stupid?”“I’m okay Mom, I’m okay.”“What about Penny and Ruth? Should we call the police?”“They are fine. Everybody is fine.”Now that Claire was assured that Michael was alright and she didn’t have to call for police protection or report a domestic disturbance she grabbed some paper towels and started wiping up the mess. Jenni loved to imagine. She had always written stories in her head, even as a child when they had all been about horses and castles and tall, blond princes. She loved the way the story ran away from her when she thought about the men at the store or restaurant, loved the way their imagined caresses became real while she lay naked and alone. Some of them were still princes, in her fantasy. She also liked to imagine other things, though. The strange dark man who took her away from her loving. And then it all changed. Dad went away, mom cried all the time and things were not so good anymore. Oh yes, I remembered.But finally it was three thirty and the bell rang for the last class of the day. I grabbed my books, slammed them in my locker and spun the combination lock before heading to the huge double doors in the front of the school. They would be open now, and kids would be pouring out, heading home. I stopped by the display case just inside the doors to wait for Eddie. He finally. And as we are not in the first flush of youth so to speak, we need to find the right person who can arrange things like taxies etc and do those small jobs that frequently need attending to...changing bulbs, looking after the garden, decorating and other stuff that will be explained later.” Gwendolyn led me into the lounge where I encountered about half a dozen tenants – four women and two guys ranging from 50 to around 70. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is My Young; I have outlined his basic.