I reached Kyle's house a few minutes later and went straight back tohis bedroom where he was in the middle of playing some video game. Kylenodded at ...e as I came in but didn't say anything for nearly a fullminute, being caught up in the game he was playing. Only once he gotto a good spot did he finally stop and set the game aside."Hey man, what's up?" Kyle asked."Not much," I responded with a shrug. "I just had to get away from myDad for a bit." What?" Kyle asked. "Is he pushing you to try. He's built like an OX and HUNG like a BULL!" "Just what I'm looking for!" I told him. The tavern keeper went on: "It will cost you 100 dollars for the "milk" and 50 dollars for my commission." That's quite a hefty price" I protested.The man replied: "You want HEFTY balls, your pay hefty price - Take it or leave it!" I thought for a moment and then I said "I'll take it!" while thinking of "bulls" with over-sized balls.The following Friday, I went to the tavern at 4.00 p.m. The tavern owner. He was in waiting room at the station when he woke up.He had to go home be way of Doncaster on account of line being blocked and next day had to report to shedmaster to explain why he hadn’t kept a proper look out.“I had trouble wi injector see,” he explained, “These Gresley engines are rubbish.”Now shedmaster was astonished, some junior bloke slagging off the chief’s shiny new locomotive, when he and foreman was too scared to do it.Word got round as Tommy weren’t afraid to sau as what he. I tried to console her. I wiped the tears off he face. ‘It was an accident and accidents don’t happen intentionally’. I told her. She broke in tears.I was in a fix. How do I handle this situation? I never knew. All I could do was to hold her tightly and tell her that nothing had gone wrong. But this fuelled the fire. The crying and sobs grew more. Now it was my turn to panic. If somebody did happen to catch us in this position then I might have been declared the creator of this scene. Try to.