I can’t. I should have conditions, should’ve thought it through. All the things, all the terms. You have to save money. You have to be tidy. You h...ve to not fight with my family. You have to tell me if you’ll be home for dinner. You have to be fucking perfect, damn it.His fingers go under my t-shirt, walk over my hipbone, to the dip of my waist, up over my ribs. Then down. Up.“C’mon,” His voice is so low, so soothing, so him. Almost hypnotic. And he’s so warm. Always so warm.I cave.“You’re so. I could hear the girls taling in the kitchen, then giggling. I will mention briefly that Great Barr is almost in an area of the Midlands which has a dialect all of it's own, almost incoherent even to near neighbours. The Black Country. Your bicycle is pronounced boy-sickel and has two whales. "Am it?" means "is it?" and there are a myriad of local phrases. Google it. I will do Sue and Margaret's dialogue phonetically. The door opened wider and both girls trooped in. Sue was in a. Julie walked up to her daughter and knelt before her. Julie grabbed her daughters face in her hands and stared into her eyes. Suddenly Julie slapped her daughter as hard as she could in the face and spat on her while Suzy fell to floor. Suzy looked up in horror at her mother. Suzy mom has never even raised a hand to her. "This is how the rest of your life is going to be." Julie started. " We've decided that we're no longer going to cater to you any more. We will be moving out of the city but. We've known each other since we were two years of age. After all this time, don't you trust me?" You promise that you won't peep?"I stared at her darkly, my eyes deliberately wandering across her habit and focusing on her chest and groin. "Of course I won't peep. I promise. I'm your friend. I promise I'll stay at the top of the hill and keep guard and that I won't budge from that spot."Of course, she'd known that I was lying and that I'd renege from the moment the words left my mouth. She knew.