They were closing in on him fast though. He saw a concrete slab ahead, and ran for it, as he pulled out the 9mm pistol from his back. One of the secu...ity guards was now close enough to take a shot, and fired. The bullet hit the canister, spraying the chemical all over Punk Rocker and Battle Dog. Punk Rocker turned to fire back, as he was still running and reached the cement slab. The cement was fresh, and still quite wet, and Punk Rocker, taken by surprise, slid uncontrollably into Battle Dog,. As I lay there I looked around the room, when I noticed on the washing basket where a bright red pair of knickers with a bra, being nosey I took a look, WOW no way does a young girl where these, they was lacy thong style knickers with a matching peephole bra, I was now curios so I began looking deeper in the wash basket and in the drawers and wardrobe. “Either mum has so many clothes she uses her daughters space aswell or this young girl is not so young” I thought as I opened a. I need to brush my teeth, help me upstairs? Sure.. He manage to get me up the stairs and I brush my teeth. He goes back downstairs and I follow him unsteady. Want a beer? Sure. But I need to feed you first. He goes to the kitchen and fry up some eggs and bagels. I sit on my couch, feeling like a four year old. Eat. You need to eat, or you will be a mess in the morning Yes daddy.. I pout. He sits down in the couch across from me a sip on a beer. We talk for a long while, getting to know each. It was almost nine and we'd been sitting watching some rubbishy film for the past ten minutes when Aunt Eleanor muttered something and leant forward to grab the TV and Satellite guide."How bloody boring," she said softly "surely there's something better on." Try one of the German channels," I grinned from the depths of my chair "Vox usually has something interesting on about now."Too damn right it did, a program called 'Sexuality' which comprised of short documentary articles and discussion.