— Будешь еще брать мое белье? – строго спросила она. — Нет, — тихо просипел Борька... Было видно, что он сейчас расплачется. — Не слышу! — Нет, — чуть громче ответил ее сын. Его начало трясти мелкой дрожью. — И нюхать их не будешь? — Нет. — А подсматривать за папой и мамой будешь? — Нет. — И дрочить на них не будешь? — Нет, — по Борькиной щеке потекла слеза, он всхлипнул. — Хорошо. Я тебе верю, — улыбнулась тетя Наташа. И в следующую секунду взгляд ее посуровел. – Но тебя надо наказать.. His pecker is already stiff with anticipation and he quickly pushes past the screen of love beads into the hippie’s bedroom. Today is another extra humid day and the hippie’s unairconditioned, poorly ventilated house is even more of a sweatbox than usual. J.J. reaches for his briefs, but they’re still damp and gross with sweat; he decides not to put them on after all and sits on the sofa naked, letting his ass sweat soak into the cushions. He looks at the TV; “Maneaters” is on. Shaking his head. In my case there was a lot of truth in thatassumption, which meant I was exactly what he was looking for. Seeing menow, you can guess why." So who was this man?" I asked, intrigued."That's an interesting story. In the early 1930s, Otto Frankenheim was amedical student studying in Dresden under Dr Kurt Warnekros. Does thename 'Lili Elbe' mean anything to you? It was in all the newspapers atone time." It sounds vaguely familiar, why?" Lili Elbe was a Danish woman who began life as a man named. He wasn'tthe type to forgive and forget either; on Monday week I'd have toconfront more than the mere knowledge that my days as a pupil at NewburnGrammar School were numbered.It was too much to ask of anyone."Bollocks," I said out loud. "I'm finished with that fucking place."I dried my eyes and clambered to my feet. I was wasting my time here; Ihad nine days to construct a future that didn't involve aninsurmountable sense of alienation and a good knacking into the bargain.And there was only one.