“I take it you don’t follow politics?” she added, placing the tray down on the glass coffee table in the middle of the room.“No.”“Very wis...,” she grinned, handing me a glass of red wine, “it’s tedious.”“Where is he?”“Wow, you really don’t follow the news, do you.” I shrugged my shoulders in reply.She was right though; politics held absolutely no interest for me or, as dad would shout at the tv screen, “Bunch of lazy freeloaders.”“David is in Manchester. He was interviewed on the BBC this. One nurse was administering CPR. The crash team burst into the roomand grabbed the defibrillator."Charging to one hundred joules," a technician called.The machine beeped."Clear," called the doctor as he placed the pads on Sam's chest andpressed the trigger. Sam's body convulsed, but she continued to flatline."Charging."Another beep."Clear."Another jolt and another convulsion. Flat line."Two hundred joules," the doctored said."Charging to two hundred joules."Beep said the machine."Clear."Another. The girls fucked the boys dry again just so that they could be with one another.When Jake dropped Cynthia off at her house Janet stayed with her. They were about the same size and Janet could wear Cynthia’s clothes so she spent the night and Cynthia took her to school the next morning.Cynthia called the phone number that she had been given and quit. When they asked her why she simply told them the truth…that she was a lesbian and that she was tired of letting guys fuck her.Janet moved in with. I've got to go honey."I nodded and watched him leave. I didn't bother to go downstairs. I looked out the window from our room and saw him get in the cab and take off. I was hoping he was kidding about the whole trip. Maybe he was lying and trying to surprise me on Mother's Day. It was the only hope I had.Friday morning I sat at the kitchen table waiting for my children to come downstairs for breakfast. I sipped my coffee reading the morning paper and hear Josh come down first. I was so proud of.