This is all the dreamer could remember thinking as his father grabbed him about the waist and ordered the brother to grab his mother. The father and s...n dragged son and mother from the burning colours. Thatch, wood, cloth. All burning. Later that day the dreamer would add another colour to the list. That of burning flesh.The father set the dreamer down outside what remained of our hut. Time had made it so the dreamer could barely remember the face of the father who parted with words of love. He. Any guilt I felt was softened each time Mona handed me my $200. I even found on one or two occasions I actually enjoyed the sex. I had collected my pay from Mona and she asked me if I enjoyed the sex. A funny question as I was only doing it for the money. “I am only asking as you don’t know the whole operation” she said. “Do tell” I said. “As well as the Glory Hole business we do offer another service. It is face to face with very special clients” she said “it is usually on Sunday mid-morning.. I brought up the party. She blushed andtold me that she didn’t remember much about the party.I told her I did and I had really enjoyed being withher for awhile. She looked at me strangely. “Wha, what do you mean?” She ask.I then told her that I had enjoyed being one of the menthat had fucked her that night, that when I seen her inthe room naked I just couldn’t resist it. I let herknow that I had fucked her for quite awhile before Icum in her. She looked at me, then ask. " Look, everybody's different. It, well, you're obviously aware that there are lots of nerves in your nipples, right?" So?" Well the signals from your nerves go to your brain to be interpreted. How do they get there?" she asked.I didn't answer."They don't magically jump through the air. They are transmitted through a network of nerve pathways that eventually lead to the brain. And where do you think the network is that leads from your nipples?"She couldn't see me slowly shaking my head."I don't.