Maybe he was on the run from the law, that would explain it. I liked him. If he was in trouble, I wanted to help."What's the rush? Tell me what's goi...g on." Leave it."He said, "Let's just go."And his hand closed around my wrist."Not yet."I said."Yes, now. I've had enough of this place. I want you to come with me."His grip was tightening around my wrist and I doubted if he realised how hard he was holding onto me."Let go, that hurts." Sorry."He said and let go of me. I made a decision. I. Who knew what could happen; at the least, I was sure it would be a very interesting evening. I imagined a night of drinks and appetizers; who knew where it would go.I turned back to watch and I saw the girls walking toward their house, naked, arm in arm. Quickly I looked over for the new player in this neighborhood drama just in time to see her setting up the little table and carrying the things from the deck back inside, also naked. I thought to myself, 'There goes the neighborhood.' If I. We were now lying facing each other, arms and legs entwined, warm and happy, each conscious of the other's love. ' No young girls. No steady relationship. You'll be telling me next I should go to a brothel!Aunt Ellen slapped my bum. Hard! I yelped at the unexpectedness of it but before I could respond she had me pinned with her legs.'Shut up!' She said in mock anger, 'and listen carefully while I tell you again what I tried to tell you when you left us when your mother came back. There are. It was a scene from hell. The Afghans could not retreat on our side of it, so it was either be shot down or burnt alive. The battle essentially ended at that point and we gathered up our wounded and dead. Most were caused by the first explosion. The Memsahib would not rest as she treated the wounded, but two died later. Their wounds were too severe for her to save them. We gathered 289 Afghan bodies up from the camp area and the Cleft the next day. By then the Afghans had left, taking with.