”I suppose I do doubt my beliefs from time to time, naturally, everybody does. Although my Dad reckons it’s his unquestioning belief in Christmas ...hat brings him home from the mines, after every shift, and sends him cheerfully off to every new shift. My Dad may not be able to read and write, but he’s simply a wise man in my book.“You’re so thin, Harry, look at you,” Alec stirs my emotions with his big metaphorical spoon, “because you are all work, work, work, while the Boss an’ ‘is Missus are. He turned and smiled at his friends, feeling victorious. He just hadn'tcounted on Michael snapping.Michael was hurt mentally and his temper was rising. He had never felt soangry before. Before Billy could do anything, Michael had got up and kickedhim hard in the side of the knee.Billy fell to one knee, clutching the other. He looked up at Michael andsaw a whole new Michael before him."You stupid little cow!" he cried. "Why did you hit me for?" I'm no weakling!" shouted Michael. "I'M NO. I could feel everybody's eyes on me and I could hear them snickering. I turned a deep red and got off the bus. I hurried away and walked toward my Dad's car. I forgot that my face was covered with dry semen, and that my sweater was covered by wet globs of sperm, until it was too late. When I got into the car and saw my Dad staring at me with his face beet red, I knew that I had a major punishment coming. But, he was quiet the whole trip home, and I decided not to press the issue. As we arrived. The digital gauges were her only chance of keeping the engine working long enough to make it back to Eagles Landing. If the engine got too hot it would seize as metal expanded against metal, locking together under extreme heat, killing the motor.The situation wasn't completely hopeless. The road to town was mostly downhill. Liv could turn the car off periodically to try and save the engine from itself. It was a long shot, but the only one she had. Liv punched the gas and let out a scream.Shamus.