I'm sweating all overand nervous as all hell. Now he's going to read it. They never put itback. Hell, *I* wouldn't put it back. He's going to read it,...and flutterhis eyelashes and make fun of how much my mommy loves me and worriesabout me an misses me and wants me to study hard and grow up strong. It'swhat I would do so it's what he's going to do now. But that's not whatthis note says. This note is much worse. I know it."What? A note from mommy?" he coos at me. "Does she love you sooooomuch?". Ikept beating at the window as the flames licked closer and closer. Icould feel the searing heat on my skin. I could smell the stench ofpetrol.I woke up suddenly, screaming.For a few seconds I didn't know where I was.Then I remembered.I looked down at myself. I had flung my bed clothes off and was just inmy nightie and it was wet and clammy.I got up shakily and went over to the window.It was light outside, the sun was just peeping over the horizon. I hadforgotten to pull the curtains across. Frightened and worried that his long kept secret had been discovered he struggled to roll a calming joint and open a can of beer. Flopping in front of the telly he downed the beer before drawing heavily on the joint and moaned. "Oh fuck. What do I do?" Staring in to space until the loud music through the wall roused him.Normally Tom revelled in getting dressed but tonight however he just pulled 'Mary's' clothes out of his wardrobe and threw them on to his bed. He did not have much to chose. We will have to manage in this room itself. Pushpa said that its perfect, Alone perhaps she would have been bored to death and now you can give me company. I thanked my stars for this wonderful company that was god sent. Pushpa peeped into the bathroom and said to me – Ashok the shower tub is the most interesting and i think you are going to love it. I immediately took out my shorts and tees from my bag and dashed into the bathroom for a shower, before the dinner arrives. I said to Pushpa that.