It was 10 o’clock Tuesday morning and time for another 60 minutes of mind destroying mathematics. The very mention of the word arithmetic sent a wav... of nausea through Wellings’ stomach. Within the confines of the maths room his body co-ordination seemed to leave him, his very thoughts became disjointed, chaotic. Such was the extent of fear this subject instilled within him. The very idea of being forced to participate in the brain numbing horrors of maths itself was terrifying enough but. " We'd already talked about this over dinner, so the alcoholhad loosened something between his ears he wanted to talk about."How is it different, I mean if you've ever been with a... Well, likeif you had ever..."I cut him off, the booze was tripping him up and I didn't need any morestrained conversations at the moment. "I'm sure it's no different thanwhat you feel as a man giving yourself to a woman..." I caught myselfmid-sentence, how do you explain this shit? "I know who I am, what I. I knew my leg was hurt but it didn’t matter because you were to important to worry about that. It wasn’t until I asked George for help that I saw the blood.’ ‘If someone you care about is in danger, you don’t worry about the cost to yourself. You act. Only a coward won’t act and even some of them will to save their children or spouse. For you and your family, my two girls, Megan, Shelly and Sandra I’d do whatever was necessary. I couldn’t live with myself otherwise.’ When he’d finished, he. " Would my little boy like Mummy to wash him?"Bill grinned delightedly. "Yeth, pleathe, Mummy," he lisped.They both fell into each other's arms again laughing weakly at their appallingly childish humour.She washed and dried him meticulously. She then pressed up against his back with her arms round his waist as he shaved."I've always thought shaving to be a pretty boring occupation," he said, "but I could happily do this twice a day." There are things I could do which might make you want to do.