She raised her voice above a whisper. "Professor Anstruther?"A noise in the next room, as if someone had put down a heavy book with a slam. She'd inte...rupted the great man, and he wouldn't be pleased. He wasn't the sort of man who liked being interru..."Oh, hi! I thought I heard someone."It was the face of a young woman, or maybe a girl. Probably one of those women who always looked younger than they really were. She had a friendly expression and she brushed her pale-blonde fringe out of her. Shivering in thesultry summer night he remembered how Papa Jon and his grandson had justfaded away into the fog upon the river. With his drink forgotten he droveoff into the night towards his future.One year later...She'd been nervous about stopping at the small store, but was determinedto do this right. She was thankful when old, battered, tattooed Sargedidn't seemed to recognize her for she was still very self-conscious ofher appearance. Swimsuit models would never envy her, but she did. After a bath, breakfast and the nurse, we are back in the bedroom, my mother is in jeans and tee shirt.“Where do you want me”“When Sue (my girlfriend) wants shaved we use the swing, is that all right”My mother smiles and gets the swing out, the hook is still up and she erects the swing. She slips her jeans and her black lacy knickers off and get’s on to the stool and sits back on the swing with her legs apart.“Will this do”“I need the straps on you legs like before” I lift each leg up in to. Actually it began to be some exciting to stand naked and defenceless in front of the consumers to show her meat. Well, she could not prevent it. - Mom, Mom, can we buy some of this pig’s meat for dinner? - No, we can really not, Christian, it is expensive meat. - Mom, it is a long time since we got some. It tastes so good, please mom.- Yes, but we can not afford it in this month. Camilla looked towards the boy, his little sister and his mother. They stood in front of her. Camilla close her.