I told myself that somebody else might be in the house (even if my sister-in-law and brother-in-law work 9 to 5 and are not home until 6 pm). A burgle...? I hope not! I walked very slowly through the hallway and the scent was getting stronger and stronger. The bathroom door was open halfway and I realized that somebody might be in the tub as I've heard some water sound.I've got my head inside the bathroom (the only way to see the tub) and I've saw the mother of my brother-in-law in the tub. We said nothing as she smiled and threw her bags in the car and we headed north, the sun rising into the sky to our right. We drove all day, stopping at shops to eat ice cream and beaches to stretch our legs and wade in the cool water. We pulled in at a quite camping ground after driving all day. Seeing no other campers around, we put up the tent and inflate and air mattress, then walked through a small gathering of trees to look over the white sand beach, the sun setting over the shimmering. I could see my face in the bucket she had set aside. She was scared to mix it in with her mother's sand. Unsure.Suddenly, in my dream, I was telling a story, teaching a history class. When I would turn to look at the students, they would all have the same face, the face of Simone. All of them asked different questions, throwing them at me faster than I could answer as if the time for the class was running out. I tried to answer as many as I could but some of them I knew I wasn't allowed to. You know I’ll help if I can. But I don’t have a crystal bloody ball!”“I were caught getting bum-fucked in’t toilets, alright?!” Ouch.I whispered, “Jesus, Harry. The person who caught you, did he report it?”“No chance! He wouldn’t want his garage named in court. Fired us both on’t spot and were done wi’us.”“Okay. Well, that’s something.” He looked up angrily, so I clarified, “I mean, at least you’re not going to be arrested. You’re three years underage, Harry, and the police don’t like ... you.