‘Mum, do you think Dan could read to me in bed this weekend?’I slap her hard on her bare thigh scolding her, ‘I’ll tell you what madam, just g...t dressed for dance class now!While she was upstairs changing I ruminated over my coffee and kicking my shoes off laid back into the sofa with the TV playing to itself.It was clear she was a girl with a growing need but I had to scotch her seeking it from Dan. Surely there’s a way to cool the little bitch down periodically.As I stare at the TV, a new. She, his wife May, was clattering about in the kitchenette sticking in her two pennyworth here and there so I was ultra-sure it was all true. Though after my usual initial scepticism, I must say I do not now disbelieve a single word of this story. Before I put finger to keyboard, I am not prejudice to our coloured brethren in any way, that there skin is not the same as mine, well that’s just one of those things, so please don’t be offended by the term BLACK it`s not racist… it’s a pigment of my. The image of Rhi and Joe kissing was emblazoned on the back of my brain and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow wrong, that everything was wrong. It seemed like everything in my life had gone haywire in little less than a week. Half of me wanted to go back five days, back to Friday night with the girls, and refuse their idea of going up to the bar to talk to the handsome stranger. If I hadn't done that none of the rest of this would have happenedThe other half of me though seemed. Has the eruption stopped? Been plugged up somehow? Do I have more time? I dare not hope, paranoid that God is just toying with me, that the lava is already flowing towards me, unstoppable and unmerciful. Only one way to find out. I open my eyes and see that while there is a small amount of lava it has pooled by a large opening in the cave! Its almost as if the wall became liquid again and melted into the opening. I release a shriek of excited disbelief which morphs into a scream of terror as.