A pause, girl bowed her head to the box, paused, stood once more erect, then turned and stepping light as a ballerina she crossed to the bathroom, eac... step so measured that the ritual was precise to the second. The water running, girl removed what little make-up her alter ego wore before studying herself in the floor length mirror, any delay and the hot water would steamed it up. Girl examined her reflection inch by inch, yet not for a second was she aware of herself. All that girl cared about. “Where’s my daughter you fucking pervert,” Elle’s Mum shouted.“Don’t you call my son a fucking pervert, it was your slut of a daughter that was being fucked, and right there, I always knew she was too good to be true coming from the family she does!”Mike smiled to himself, then slipped to the floor, u*********s, the empty bottle slipping from his hand, from the other, a roll of fifty pound notes…..“Really!” The voice at the other end of the phone said.“Yes, really, this afternoon, I had a call. It wasn’t.”There was a long silence while each of them tried to think of what they were going to say next. It was Janice who broke the silence.“Are you fucking all of them?”“Yes!” Tom said simply.“You’re not even going to lie about it?”“No point, Mum. Carol must have told you everything.”“Yes. But thirty quid a time?”“And worth every penny, I can assure you.”“So I’ve heard!”“Are you disappointed in me, Mum?”There was a long silence before Janice answered.“No. If I’m honest I think they’re. ..."My mouth kept trying to ask a million questions: who, why, what, where, why? Why are you doing this? WHAT are you doing? Who are you? Perhaps mostly ludicrously of all, What do you want? I found I couldn't speak, I was too literally knocked off my feet. Part of me was still ambling down Rodgers Avenue with my bag of wine and chicken.I was flung to my knees. It was totally dark but for the stars and a pallid unconcerned moon. Around me all I could see were the dark menacing shapes of.