Jag reste mig upp ur sängen, gick ut ur mitt rum och började gå ner för trappen. När jag gick förbi allrummet, gläntade jag in på TVn, för at... se vad det var för film han satt på. Jag antog att det inte var någon av de vanliga filmerna han brukade se, för han satt långt bakåt lutad i soffan, och stirrade rakt på TVn. Inte omkring hoppande och ropande : "Titta bakom dig!" eller "Skjut! Skjut honom då!"Jag satte mig bakom dörrkarmen, och stirrade på TVn jag också. Vattenglaset jag skulle hämta. Chris was dumped to the floor in front of me, then promptly dragged by one leg around the corner and out of sight. Another familiar sound of a cubicle being opened and closed, then the black man returned by himself and swiftly went about making sure the door and windows were secure, I knew in the back of my head nobody was coming to interrupt but I kept my mouth shut. It didn't make a difference, I was dumped in the same fashion Chris was moments before, directly in a stale puddle of what was. Mum and my sister were just standing there looking at us. I said, “Hi Mum, Tina this is Vicky she lives upstairs, she was just helping me clean up.”Mum came over to embrace Vicky in a hug, on releasing her she said. “Hello Vicky I am George’s mum, this is his sister Tina.” Pointing towards my sister who was standing there looking at me with squinting eyes.Poor Vicky just stood there frozen, not knowing what to say I just looked at her with a grin on my face while raising my shoulders.“Hello,. .. she was independently wealthy ... but living arrangements other than the status quo ... were unthinkable.Her single foray into internet romance was with a New Zealand sheepherder. It ended Baadly. (“Forgive me. I couldn’t help it,” he said sheeplessly.)Not only were they cycled together, they started at the same minute. We needed “feminine” products. Not exactly WE, but they. Situations like this ... leave me blushing.Abby was experiencing her first year of cycles ... pads were messy ... I.