"Fuck this, I'm going home. Damn trains, they're so fucked up." John took one last look at the screen displaying train times - all delayed - and turne... back down the main road towards home. He glanced around at the empty roads; he'd never seen this neighbourhood so deserted, usually he came home at 'rush-hour' with everyone else. It was so quiet too. If he crept in the back door he could get to his room without being noticed, and maybe get a few more hours sleep before his moms realised he was. He also apologized for leaving early. All the guys were quite groggy and a little confused.I never saw Frank again and presumed that he was worried about me snitching on him. Many masturbation sessions thereafter, however, were based on the forced fantasy of that night.Dad and I left for home after a cup of coffee. My arse was really sore, and I informed dad that I was not feeling great before heading for my bedroom.At around twelve-thirty p.m., I went downstairs and joined my father and Steve. The bitch even had the power to send poor Robert away, all the way to China or wherever. Just far away.”“Can’t you see this? Your daughters are manipulated by giving them money, freedom to go out anytime they want. Anything to get them out of the house, out of your sight. By the way, who knows what they have been doing? At their age, if they meet up with the wrong friends ... All the years of bringing them up down the drain in mere months.”“And Robert, poor Robert. She just gave him so much. Then it struck him. Take back the spoken words... means say it backwards.That was the last clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the window with dread as the sun prepared to drop into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this time headed to the place where it all started. When they arrived at the spot the sun was entering the water. They all rushed to the shore and they all groaned when the fog began to cover the sun. “We need to do it! Now!” Brandi cried. Her father joined.