Phir kuch soch kar us nay kaha kay kia tum hi ‘BAKRY’ko mari BAKRI per chahrwado may nay kaha theak hay mujhy to ya sun kar hi maza a raha tha us ...a jisim us kay kurty may say currant marta nazar a raha tha gayoon ki aurtain bara nahi pahnti hain us kay sadool or gool gool mumy saf nazar a rahy thay who aurat apni ‘BAKRI’ lay kar ai us ko carpai say bandh dia or mujhy kaha kay ‘BAKRY’ko kohal kar lay ayo may gaya or ‘BAKRY’ ko khool kar ‘BAKRI’kay pas lay aya ‘BAKRA’ jasy hi ‘BAKRI’kay pas aya. He lay there crying and clutching his groin as I dressed and before I left I said:"You wanted a taste so I hope you enjoyed it you fucking sack of shit!"I left and drove home. I'd paid cash for the room and had registered under a false name and address so if the police got involved they wouldn't know who did it to Chad until he recovered enough to tell them. Hopefully I would have one more night with Frank before the shit hit the fan. If I was really lucky I would get Sunday morning too, but. .. and now for the funny part. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road. .. is, is...” she trailed off. “No! Not true. Not true. Not true!” Her voice ... querulous, odd tone to it.I took a deep breath and was about to turn to look at Dulcie. Out of my depth, yes. But she was there beside me, radiating serenity.“Alice,” she was speaking quietly. “Look at me, Alice.”“No ... stay away from me. Who are you? Like Don. He scared me too.”“Alice ... don’t you want to be free?”“Free?” That voice was different again. “If Alice is free, what happens to me?”“AH!” Dulcie’s voice.