"Stop it, I say! That's my brassier." I had never hit my son, nor had I ever wanted to. I didn't particularly like it when Henry use to beat him, in f...ct I preferred it when he'd beat me instead of our defenseless child. I would often intervene and take blows that were meant for Race. All of a sudden, I was confused. Race wasn't hitting me, but his hands were very forceful. His knees tried to corral my thighs, but they were too strong for his legs to control very well. I tried pushing him away,. Why did he feel compelled to do it there? Nothing about that nightmare made sense to him. He entered his neighborhood cruising to his home. Arriving at his house he stopped his car on the driveway. Unlocking the door he found his mother, Joan, flipping through the television. “Hey how was school?”“Fine,” giving her a practiced response. Dropping his bag on the floor he foraged the fridge. “If you’re hungry they’re some leftovers on the bottom of the fridge,” she screamed. Seeing the tupperware. The first time it was just a refection of him in a mirror when he had followed her up the stairs and now being right in front of him she had seen his eyes glued over her body. She let it pass through as she felt that every teenager had this curiosity inside them and it was nothing more than it. Ajay at that time did not know that his mother had noticed him, but as he felt what he was doing was wrong; he stopped looking up her body and finishing his breakfast left for school.At school Ajay was. ”I moved to the upper balcony, as the others started to gather. I set people up in positions so we had full coverage of the engineering deck below. The pile of wires was a center of fire anything that moved was a target. “All right people there are sixteen of these rats to kill. I want everyone’s weapon set to overkill. We cannot afford for a single rat to escape this trap.”As I took my position as the last of the personnel left the lower level. Then the lights went out. It was such a long.