We ran down the stairs. I dropped the trapdoor and bolted it on the underside.At the bottom of the stairs was a tiled passage leading towards another ...et of stairs going upwards.“This used to be the crossing point from station platform to platform,” I said quietly.“But there isn’t a station!” Margaret objected.“Not now there isn’t, but there used to be one here until it was moved nearer the town in the 1890s. Even the railway line was re-routed. That doesn’t matter. They won’t find us down. Tonight, Inez had really outdone herself with "Heartbreaker". At the end of the song, she hit the high notes perfectly (they were actually child's play for her), and – surprise! – threw in a spontaneous hair flip right in between the conclusion of the vocal part and the start of the closing guitar solo. Any Inez guitar solo typically featured her hair flying around in all directions, anyhow, so that hair flip provided the perfect lead-in.The others scattered quickly after the show concluded; I. Me: main aur Sagar bohot pyar se sex karte hain. Though I sometimes call him with abuses and he too loves thatRajeev: abuses like stupid, pagal. Hahhahaaaa. Chutiya log.Me: nahi harami. Abuses like. (he started pressing my boobs real hard and was eating his lips in excitement and said: like? Bol na Priyaaa.) abuses like: chod mujhe dalley, harami. Randi bana ke chod mujhe.Rajeev got very high with my words and pulled my hairs very tightly and shouted. Randi hai tu saali. Tujhe randi ke jaise. A man."Madison was in shock, "How could you do this? Why didn't you tell me?" Oh puh-lease Maddie! You were more miserable than I was. You would neveradmit it but I know you better than you know yourself. If I told you thespell was permanent you would have never gone through with it. Look at usnow. We're adults. And we're men! No one will give us shit anymore. Wecan do whatever we want. No more school, no more parents, none of it!We're free. I read your diary. It was easy to figure out that.