It was like we had never been apart but he had transformed into a swan. I made us a coffee and sat beside him. He told me about serving in Northern Ir...land and the lucky escapes he had. I sat transfixed, he looked down at my bump and asked me how long I had to go, telling me I’d be a great mum,and asking to feel my bump. I smiled and nodded approval as I undid a few buttons on my blouse, his strong hands traced over my big belly quite taking me by surprise at the feelings he was giving me. He. A small but distinct salamander had been inked high up on Yvonne’s inner thigh, close to where her pubic hair would have been, had it not been thoroughly removed.For a moment, I was taken aback. Did Yvonne really have the Sandersons logo tattooed on her crotch?Or was it Andy’s tattoo? Andy’s stamp? And if it was, what did it signify? Ownership? Control?There was no time for speculation because a strong male voice sounded loud and clear through the open door.“You want me to fuck you now?”I. Seeing, but unbelieving. How, when, why. How, when, why. Over an over, tears falling. Love blossomed, but love torn away. Reaching the other side, seeing, red water, a crowd. People stare, but scared to help. What is he, whispers, shaken voices. Hearing a familiar voice. Forcing open your eyes, trying to look. Unable to see, a splash. Some one in the water. Smiling to see, she has found you. She has come, terror, horror, tears streaming. Her face, pale. Coughing, more blood. Her hand trembles,. Sidiya chadke jab mai apne top floor pe pahuncha to bhabi sidiyo pe saf safai kar rahi thi. Usne tight red cotton pant aur uspe tight black t-shirt pehene thi.Usko dekhte hi muze use color lagane ki iccha hui aur maine use dabocha to wo mana karne lagi mar maine bhabhi aaj holi hai mana nahi karte kahake usko color lagana chalu kiya.Wo bhi na na wo umm karke ke haste haste virodh karne lagi badan churane lagi aur mai usko color laga raha tha. Uska gadraya naram naram jism aur sharab ka nasha.